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Dance Of The Skeletons
The night wind barked with a cold fervor
The stringy Willow trees served as observers
The mist started to gather upon the ground
There was not a single soul anywhere around
From the ground the mist it started its rise
In the night there were faint flickers of fireflies
Strewed around there were weeds and stones
To mark the places of the deep buried bones
They dug their way to the top of the ground
The skeletons danced to the animals sounds
All through the witched night this went on
Until it was time for the rise of the dawn
They wished they could dance again soon
Then all went back to their frigid tombs
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Jackweb
Mon, 2022-08-15 10:44
Ghost appearance
The imagery used in the poem projected a terrifying atmosphere of fear and uncertainty.
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~Jackweb
Depressed 1
Mon, 2022-08-15 13:56
Thanks
Thanks Jackweb
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RoseBlack
Mon, 2022-08-15 16:58
Ghostly images
Great job! I can imagine the skeletons dancing and enjoying being above ground once again. This poem had the feel of being in a cemetery late at night, watching to see if anything should appear and what a sight that would have been for anyone hoping to catch a glimpse. Good flow and use of language as well.
:)
~RoseBlack~
Depressed 1
Tue, 2022-08-16 01:30
Thanks
Thanks RoseBlack. Your encouragement is always welcomed.
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