Tuesday, October 14, 2008



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."

4 comments:

redmaryjanes said...

Wonderful, whimsical and a tad Halloweenish.

A Cuban In London said...

Hmmm... right for this time of year.

Greetings from London.

Vivian M said...

I love the poetry, thanks for sharing!

Relyn said...

Haunting image.

Lovely words.

You did it again.