pumpkins
are unpredictable;
not always orange
and nothing
is guaranteed
not even a ride
back from the ball
I stood there,
slippers shattering
under the weight of
too much dancing
but the gourd
stayed a gourd,
implacably vegetable
once the magic wore off
Susan Daniels Poetry 
ugh….this is tough….so he didn’t even take you back home… some pumpkins are not even worth the tears cried because of them..ugh….
🙂
Not exactly a fairy tale, was it? Thanks, C!
Ah yes, there’s that side of pumpkin lore as well.
Those glass slippers are a pain, aren’t they 🙂
LOL, they sure are, and I can never find them in my size!
mmm i was wondering if anyone was going to bring cinderella into this…yes, when the magic wears off and all you are left with is a gourd…not much fun…smiles.
Hi Brian! Yes, Grace and I both used Cinderella, and oddly enough, neither has a happy ending.
I specially like the slippers shattering from too much dancing ~ Too bad when the magic wears off ~ We have the same theme, smiles ~
We certainly did! Really enjoyed yours.
Oh, I love it!
Thanks, Laurie!
I love the 1st person here, who probably showed up late only to blame the vegetable. Typical!
Smiling big!
Poor Cinderella.. those pumpking wagons are very unreliable once they’re out of warranty… are they made by GM?
Heh. My Ford Fusion is acting up, so let’s stick with Ford for this particular pumpkin. Fix Or Repaid Daily, my father used to call them, or Found On the Road Dead.
Completely clever! Love!
Thank you, Shanyn!
Fairy tales are overrated. And they are wonderful. And they never happen enough. And when they do happen, they are too much. I love the ache of aching, I could never live without it.
Yes, Lewin. The ache is what tells us we live.
The ache is what tells us not to die.
Wise man. I am writing another piece about burning.
I’m not sure that wise is the right word. But sometimes we have to stick to our guns and tread the path no matter how crooked or convoluted or filled with fearsome strangers.
Looking forward to the burning piece – sounds like my type of thing.
We do need to tread that path and fuel the fire, by any means necessary.
Glass slippers shattering..that can be painful..but, somehow we survive even with cuts..
Yes, we do. Scar tissue is tougher, anyway 😉
awesome. love the title, the imagery, and the sad truth, that sometimes a veg is just a veg and glass slippers are just a damned bad idea! 🙂
Hee, hee. Yes. Especially when they would have to be size 9 slippers…
haha. I say give me good old fashioned moccasins anyday.
Yes–or barefoot–that’s the best.
oooooh, yes, even better. 🙂
This gave me a chuckle. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar after all. . . .
Oh, Jeremy–thank you! Yes, and sometimes a squash is just a squash 😉
Ha, yes the magic DOES always wear off. Sigh.
Shame that it does…but I guess it must.
I’ve lived this as well Susan ~I humiliating ~ Because of my physical conditions the onlookers called the police ~He [my ex] got escorted to his cell!
Oh, hon, so sorry.
Hey Susan! Very clever well-done poem–I take issue with the idea that one can ever have too much dancing!–but the idea is very well carried through here. k.
Thank you, K! 🙂
This really made me smile – pumpkin love 😊
Thank you, Rowan!
Lovely. At this point, one must make pumpkin soup. 😉
I LOVE pumpkin soup…
Too early for pumpkins here. 😦
So I made a SPICY coconut milk curried butternut squash soup and blended in cooked garbanzos this week. Even my “no vegetables, mom” boy loved it.
Do you have good take on pumpkin soup?
Yum! This is the one I use. Of course, you can sub veg broth for the chicken stock.
http://allrecipes.com/recipe/thai-pumpkin-soup/
Thanks for the link, Sweetie. Awaiting the first cooking pumpkins of the season soon.
mmmmm. I have some really nice, odd volunteer Japanese pumpkins. One is curing on my porch right now for this soup, and two others are curing on the vine. Actually, it is a chirimen squash from a seed that the kids smashed into my flower bed after Halloween last year.
I always like the volunteer plants when I had a garden. I’ve had some of the best tomatoes and tomatillos from volunteers.Let me know how your soup comes out.
“implacably vegetable”–love it! The only thing to do with a pumpkin like that is to put him in a pie…
Exactly!
what was that fairy godmother thinking?
a nice carriage made of glass
and a pair of comfy pumpkin slippers
would have been much better.
Oh, yes…the shoes might have been less sharp, but dangerously slippery 😉
As a little girl I always thought that those glass slippers would be utterly impractical, not to mention uncomfortable. Needless to say, my mum was a fan of ‘sensible shoes’… I loved this – well done!
Thank you!
Ah, but when you turned your back on it…
Hee, hee. Yep!
Amazing poem.
Thank you, Georgia.
Wow! one of my favorites of late. “implacably vegetable”, my favorite line, also. Leo
Thank you, Leo.