The Reincarnation of a Pumpkin

Here is a poem I wrote last year, and today I am posting the piece as my response to “Go Dog Go Cafe’s” Halloween-themed Prompt Challenge (Guest Submissions), and you are welcome to participate via this link … > https://godoggocafe.com/2021/10/01/halloween-themed-prompt-challenge-guest-submissions/

The Reincarnation of a Pumpkin

My locked bubble is about to go boom

A year I’ve been a stranger in my own tomb

Under a pumpkin lid, hiding my gloom

Where my world was a rotting cave of doom

Now these orange walls are my life-giving womb

Being reborn like a smiling old groom

I’m breaking away from the master’s dead blooms

Escaping on the green witch’s magical broom

Flying over the full moon of autumn

Where I’ll be able to wear my mask and costume

Hidden under my orange Kaftan from Khartoum

And I’ll invade the newsrooms, and all the children’s bedrooms

Ivor Steven (c) October 2020

Throwback Friday, Tea Leaf’s, by Ivor Steven

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Today’s poem is one that I have revised a couple of times, and this edition is from November 2019

Tea Leaf’s (Revised)

It’s early morn, time to break away

From last night’s, dream-time soiree

But first, I must make my bed

“Yes, just like Mum said”

Oh, I gratefully do remember

As I straighten the quilt cover

And I like to fluff-up my pillows

Ready for an evening’s bout with stupid cupid’s arrows

I’ve a long storage bedhead shelf

However I’m smiling, satisfied within myself

It’s always untidy and in disarray

And last nights scribbles are all on display

I gather up this multitude of loose words

The mess of my midnight songbirds

Snippets of my subconscious memories

Pieces of forgotten wistful dreams

And I begin to decode my jumbled site

Then emotionally, I start to rewrite

About the tea-leaf’s, floating on a calm sea

Forming love letters, from her to me

Ivor Steven (c) Nov 2019

Throwback Friday, Looking At the Mirror, by Ivor Steven

Today’s poem is a self portrait piece I wrote in September 2018, which I posted earlier today on Go Dog Go Cafe >> http://godoggocafe.com/2021/09/03/throwback-friday-looking-at-the-mirror-by-ivor-steven/

Looking At the Mirror

I see an oldish bloke, who likes to write poetry

Personal topics and our world’s society

Why don’t I try to write a bigger story?

Flash fiction, and there’s enough for a book

Am I too afraid to really look?

All my poems are quite shortish

Like last year’s birthday cake wish

Maybe I’ll say, “I’m far too lazy”

I can’t tell them, I’m a bit crazy!!

Nor that I’m a mad Lord of Wizardry

Best I turn the mirror, for another view

They want to know about me and you

I see a bald man, just like my dad

And that’s not at all bad

I always said, if I grew up

To be half as good as my dad

I’d be very happy and proud

And well ahead of the crowd

He was a kind and thoughtful man

I suppose I’m honest and lend a hand

I see, I’m showing my age

My journey has torn many a page

And it’s not that I’m overly sad

My veneer shows everyone I’m glad

I’ve lived my promise, for better and for worse

And I loved my job, a carer during her curse

Ivor Steven (c) September 2018