… some of the best micropoetry from Twitter, kept alive in jars…

dear old lantern moon
swinging low o’er Halloween
tomb stone shadows sway


wraith-like she dances
cool, transparent, in mid-air
fingering  your hair


down in the basement
something drags along the floor
no one goes there now


thin cold light of dawn
cemetery serene once more
tall dark yew keeps watch




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