A poem written to the prompt at Shay's Word Garden using three words she culled from The Book of the Dead, classic tales of the supernatural. 👻
A natural for the month of October!
In the spirit of compliance I went two better. 😀
In the library of my mind
I speak Latin.
I’m kind, lucid, and brave.
I remember the poor
drop a coin on the plate
and one in the cup
of the man wrapped in wool
I’m kind, lucid, and brave.
I remember the poor
drop a coin on the plate
and one in the cup
of the man wrapped in wool
braced against the cold
at the end of the road.
at the end of the road.
I decided to add a little bonus content using one more word. (Can you find it?)
Someone poured a stein for the man in the box,
the no more man who was a father who was dead
and set it on the mantle like a plate for the missing
on the Day of the Dead.
the no more man who was a father who was dead
and set it on the mantle like a plate for the missing
on the Day of the Dead.
