The Pumpkin Story

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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.]

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27 thoughts on “The Pumpkin Story

  1. 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

  2. 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.

  3. 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

  4. 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.
    🙂

  5. 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

  6. 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!

  7. 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.

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