Jack-o’-Lantern
By Richard H. Fay
Disembowled and mutilated,
With gruesome face knifed into its flesh,
The graven-visaged gourd now stands guard
Upon frightfully adorned front porch
On this most haunted of autumn eves.
Serving as sentry shielding against
Wicked shades from a more savage age,
Glowing like a beacon in the night,
The carved-up pumpkin now stands ready
For this most ghostly of autumn eves.
Backlit by flickering candle flame
Burning within a gutted hollow,
A toothy grin now greets roving youths
Clad in garb fearsomely suitable
For this most eerie of autumn eves.
Proud symbol of the spooky season
Imbued with an uncanny spirit
And endowed with mystic enchantment,
The beaming Jack-o’-Lantern now laughs
On this most wondrous of autumn eves.
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