#1930 - the mongrel pumpkins

 

1930

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14.iv.25

the mongrel pumpkins

 

because I took your picture

 

having come through the dry time

dodged rot too

 

think this my possum lure

 

they scratch raw

        to spoil

 

put out of creature harm’s way

and where to catch the sun

so toughen

 

how thick’s a pumpkin’s skin?

 

all kin, the pedant’s instance – squash

we say pumpkin here

 

I cook

say soup

 

my mongrel pumpkin is become

with onion, spud, and sweet

 

by paprika or stock

with milk of coconut

and carraway’s my secret

 

there! and now I’ve told

 

no scone

but curry could

(I’ve been advised and so should try)

 

one called ‘Patch’

I name them as I name the clouds

 

these all my children here