Squashed Sonnet


Squashed Sonnet

Brenda Davis Harsham

Freckle Goblin wriggles under gourds,

tired by a night’s divine carousing.

Freckle dreams of youthful fun in fjords.

After chasing ghosts, he can’t help drowsing.

Boom! He wakes to sulfur scents and peril.

Freckle peeks. He spots fair Glisten Rue.

“Enemy!” he hisses, turning feral.

“Flee, you witch!” he snarls. She pouts: “Listen, you

ruined parties, chased a lovely spirit.

This will be your Halloween goodnight!”

“No, my lady,” Freckle shouts, “I fear it

will be you destroyed!” He swings his right.

Acorn squash, gourds and pumpkins tumble.

Mashed and bashed, she flees. Trip and stumble!

Goblins rule on Halloween night —

even scary witches flee with fright.


Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham




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