They’re gourds which take your breath away -
not in the culinary sense - leastways we don’t
anticipate eating ‘em as they are a decorative
iteration o’ th’ other beast; & there’s this quiet
beauty in them, a form which massages eyes
if read curvaceously with a voluptuous intent,
like words of a statement meant to raise their
stature to the ‘grandiloquence’ of innocence
Suffice to say, they are right next to where th’
pumpkins decided to germinate and spread -
now that’s a boon & we’ll be well fed if these
fellers make it to maturity; meantime we’ll be
in an amusing situation where entertainment
is the innocence of beauty and the feast
© 29 April 2018, I. D. Carswell
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