The Ghost of a Flower
Anonymous
"You're what?" asked the common or garden spook
Of a stranger at midnight's hour.
And the shade replied with a graceful glide,
"Why, I'm the ghost of a flower."
"The ghost of a flower?" said the old-time spook;
"That's a brand-new one on me;
I never supposed a flower had a ghost,
Though I've seen the shade of a tree."
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
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4 comments:
Wonderful, whimsical and a tad Halloweenish.
Hmmm... right for this time of year.
Greetings from London.
I love the poetry, thanks for sharing!
Haunting image.
Lovely words.
You did it again.
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