Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Jack O' Lantern Soup

Dancing squirrels
have taken note
of the pre-Thanksgiving

as windblown leaves,

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
on our front porch,
filling up
to the smile?

I prefer mine
with sour cream
and a little kick:

a half sandwich,
with lots
of pepperoncinis.

Do you think
they would mind

if I brought
and topped

with roasted

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. 


Mon.Esprit said...

Sounds delicious already - and the way you build and structure your poem, is absolutely delightful. Thank you for joining my prompt.

Claudia said...

hmmmm... 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...

brudberg said...

I 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..

Anonymous said...

my wife doesn't understand, but my youngest daughter and I both know - Sriracha is good on anything :)

Kathy Reed said...

Like how you included Beatrix Potter in your poem..I"m sure animals will love it, too..

ayala said...

You had me at dancing squirrels :)

ayala said...

A delight to read :)

Grace said...

Goodness, I love the pumpkin soup ~ And this reminds me of the squirrels just running and dancing around the community ~

Sounds delish Jennifer ~ Have a good day ~

Wendy Bourke said...

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.

I 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.

Jody Lee Collins said...

Sounds delish! (what is it with the Sriracha sauce? people are putting that on everything...)

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Never had a poem make me hungry before :)

I wish you a wonderful weekend!!