It was in the middle of the road
smashed like no one’s business
quizzing, I stared at its splashed juice for long
to take a snap of its orange flesh and white seeds.
I conjured stories about it
the reason it was there
not in someone’s plate
why a passing animal didn’t feed on it.
A man and wife going home from the farm
had a cat fight, clawing at each other
the wife hit him with it in anger
in-turn the man smashed it on the road.
The beggar’s son stole it from the garden
only to be seen by the farmer
who chased him heels on with a stick
in the process threw it at the farmer.
The rich man’s daughter was given it
lovingly she carried it home to cook
until she met her father on the way
who threw it away saying rich don’t feed on it.
The man shopped according to his wife’s list
put the loot on the back of his scooter
and having had it for all meals in a day
decided to smash it making it look like an accident.
Or maybe it happened to be there
just like I happened to be there
at that moment, just by chance
it was no one’s business to conjure stories about it.
[Entered for Thursday Poets Rally Week 34 (December 2-8) 2010.]
Oh…but that what writers do conjure up stories…such a clever and witty poem.
lol, we sure do that don’t we! conjure stories about the unknown, the happentance…lol sweet!
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2010/12/01/the-bastis-by-the-road/
Haha…what a witty witty poem. Loved it –
Perhaps a monkey stole it
From a farmer’s garden
and ran and ran and ran
up to that road
Read the rest of the story
as a modern mystery
I enjoyed this poem…so often I conjure stories to give reason to the unexplained. Great perspective.
There was a smashed pumpkin in someone’s driveway around Halloween in my neighborhood–what happened to that thing?
I loved this Aurora–you have a vivid imagination.
I guess us writers have no choice but to come up with stories for all that we see. Loved reading your post!
awwww, what a waste of a perfectly good pumpkin… I love pumpkin… 😦 beautiful poem
.Mase Da Rula.
The Ruler’s Kingdom
http://dieselfromthad.wordpress.com
I love the way your mind works.
My daughter and I saw a smashed pumpkin, just like this, at her school bus stop a few weeks ago, and she made up all kinds of stories, too. Your poem is unique and witty. I chuckled at this part “the wife hit him with it in anger in-turn the man smashed it on the road.”
You set up several scenes for the readers: like a movie. Really clever.
Nice to “meet” you.
HGS
wow,
you have sensitive emotions,
Glad to see you highlight a smashed pumpkin and make a poem out of it.
award winning piece.
keep it up!
Happy Rally.
🙂
Excellent – I really enjoyed this, especially your last stanza 😀
“Or maybe it happened to be there
just like I happened to be there
at that moment, just by chance
it was no one’s business to conjure stories about it.”
Chloe xx
Interesting…I love the different perspective to a smashed pumpkin…you did so well here.
Cheers!
See when I get the time to come and visit, hours later, worry about that. I love the picture and the story you have here for the pumpkin! Have a good day!
awsome…all the situations were so beautifully put that it seemed to me as if i myself was standing there and watching it and conjuring the stories..
Kind of remind me of gingerbread man! Wonderfully plotted story within a poem, love it=P
I really like this, especially the turn in the last stanza. It is no one’s business to conjure stories of the people we see around us. Yet, we all do it.
Thanks for sharing.
Very creative!
beautiful imagery in this poem. I love the ending too. Nice work!
Amazing how little, everyday things can be a source of inspiration..that is what makes a wonderful writer…very much loved your poem 🙂
A very clever poem…
So many interpretations… 🙂
You are just clever 🙂
JP
http://tasithoughts.wordpress.com/2010/12/03/eyes-in-a-room/
It’s amazing what can inspire one to write…enjoyed this piece.
Maybe it’s no one’s business to conjure stories about what somebody sees on the road, but the stories you conjured tell us what a pretty creative, interesting mind you have.
Okay totally my favorite poem today. You had me at:
smashed like no one’s business
Good work. Possibilities are what turn mundane facts into works of art.