O is for Orange Plastic Pumpkin Light

Summary

The web content is a reflective sonnet titled "O is for Orange Plastic Pumpkin Light," inspired by the October Paper Poetry prompt by Indubala Kachhawa, exploring themes of memory and longing.

Abstract

The poem "O is for Orange Plastic Pumpkin Light" delves into the author's introspective journey, evoked by the sight of an orange plastic pumpkin light. It narrates a walk down a familiar dirt road, past a cottage window, where the orange glow triggers a sense of déjà vu and an inability to awaken from a persistent dream. The light, a beacon of memory and perhaps nostalgia, is a central motif that the poet cannot escape, symbolizing a connection to the past and an unfulfilled yearning. The piece is a response to Indubala Kachhawa's October Paper Poetry prompt, inviting others to contribute to the theme 'O' is for October, with a call to action for readers to explore Carolyn Hastings' poem about a daughter's little rag doll.

Opinions

The author conveys a deep personal connection to the orange plastic pumpkin light, suggesting it represents more than just an object.
There is a sense of mystery and ambiguity in the poem, as the explanation for the light's significance is not made clear, leaving room for reader interpretation.
The poem reflects a longing to understand or change the past, as indicated by the desire to wake up from the dream.
The mood of the poem is one of contemplation and a touch of melancholy, as the narrator is consumed by the orange light and the memories it evokes.
The invitation to readers to engage with the prompt and other related works suggests a community-oriented approach to poetry and creative expression.

A sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

The orange plastic pumpkin light has shone an answer to that thought if you must ask. I walk and kick that can if it be known. Thought I would see the light. That was my task.

I must have passed the cottage window then. The explanation wasn’t ever clear. The orange glow is where it’s always been. On that small table near the bed. I’m there.

I’m on this dirt road I remember well. Light shines through filthy panes of greasy glass. I’m walking by as best as I can tell. I wish this dream I’m in would simply pass.

This orange light consumes me. Now I’m done. I try. I can’t wake up. This isn’t fun.

Written in response to Indubala Kachhawa and her October Paper Poetry prompt, ‘O’ is for October. If anyone wants to write on the prompt, there are several days left.

Please read Carolyn Hastings poem about a daughter’s little rag doll…

O IS FOR OCTOBER

O is for Orange Plastic Pumpkin Light

A sonnet

‘O’ is for October

Paper Poetry Month-long Prompt for October 2022

Ophelia Orphania

A poem about a little rag doll