A Jack O ‘Lantern, a will-o-the wisp,
ghostly visage, fleeting light in the mist.
A lost soul wandering randomly,
consigned by Satan to this destiny,
Out on the moors, in the murky fog,
flashing your light out over the bog,
looking for travelers to lead astray,
down the primrose path, past the light of day,
their destruction your only revenge,
for having neither the devil, nor God as your friend.
Author notes
Prompt: Jack o lantern (carve away)
A contest entry
- Jack-o-lantern by ea.
600 points, ended October 15, 2008, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Congrats on your gold trophy. I had never heard of this legend before and I like what you have done here.
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A good, descriptive poem. Congratulations on contest win.
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Oh, maa Gaad! It's never that awful Halloween season is it? We should eat pumpkins not fill them with candles. LOL Not my favourite artificialised season. This has a nice swing to it that perhaps Jack doesn't deserve.
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What a great Halloween piece you have penned!! Full of dark and dastardly things!! Awesomeness...Best wishes!!
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wow, wonderful rhyme and such a sinister feeling provoked... I love the will o' the wisp murkiness that this brings to what has, in some places, become a "cheery" tradition - the lone Jack-o-lantern on the road to nowhere, personified as a mischievous spirit leading other travelers astray.
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