Dancing squirrels
have taken note
of the pre-Thanksgiving
feast—
as windblown leaves,
soggy,
like fresh strips
of paper-mâché,
are stuck to everything
in sight—across our lawn, the
path to our door.
I wonder, what would they think
if I sprinkled some Sriracha
or pepper-apple chutney
on top
of the jack o’ lantern soup
sitting
on our front porch,
rainwater
filling up
to the smile?
I prefer mine
with sour cream
and a little kick:
a half sandwich,
toasted
with
lots
of pepperoncinis.
Do you think
they would mind
sharing
if I brought
and topped
it
with roasted
pepitas
and a caramelized pecan
or two?
I bet Beatrix would know.
© 2014 Jennifer Wagner
Note: I made pumpkin soup for
the first time last year. Soo good.
Sounds delicious already - and the way you build and structure your poem, is absolutely delightful. Thank you for joining my prompt.
ReplyDeletehmmmm... this sounds delicious... i love pumpkin soup... always add a carrot and a potato to mine - and a little piece of fresh ginger... and yeah... i bet she would know...
ReplyDeleteI would enjoy pumpkin soup... sounds like you do some experiments here.. (in Sweden pumpkins soup is rare..) Once I made pumpkin risotto.. that was very good..
ReplyDeletemy wife doesn't understand, but my youngest daughter and I both know - Sriracha is good on anything :)
ReplyDeleteLike how you included Beatrix Potter in your poem..I"m sure animals will love it, too..
ReplyDeleteYou had me at dancing squirrels :)
ReplyDeleteA delight to read :)
ReplyDeleteGoodness, I love the pumpkin soup ~ And this reminds me of the squirrels just running and dancing around the community ~
ReplyDeleteSounds delish Jennifer ~ Have a good day ~
You've painted a wonderful, whimsical Potter-esque path to your door. I especially loved the paper-mâché leaves. I have never heard that description before - but it so expresses the abstract mosaic of fallen leaves at this time of the year.
ReplyDeleteI have only had pumpkin soup, once, many, many years ago. It was at a très élégant candlelight dinner party around Thanksgiving (a culinary phase a group of us went through - sigh). A lovely fall poem ... which conjured up a sweet food-for-thought memory for me.
Sounds delish! (what is it with the Sriracha sauce? people are putting that on everything...)
ReplyDeleteNever had a poem make me hungry before :)
ReplyDeleteI wish you a wonderful weekend!!