At the entrance of the grave yard
the old willow stands its ground
whispy strands flailing in wind
Their flounce, still do abound
Negotiating and bargaining
With spirits’ wish to uncleave
Who will earn the early pass
to the stroll on All Hollow’s Eve?
For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt
Is “Early”. A very Halloweeny quadrille, a 44 word poem.
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