This chilly Halloween evening ride,
And with your cold, breathe down my back
Scares the living but not the dead; I look
Backwards into my mirror to see
Who is there―boo!
©2016, Olan L. Smith
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
Thirty-one Word Poem: Halloween Chill #31creepywords
This chilly Halloween evening ride,
And with your cold, breathe down my back
Scares the living but not the dead; I look
Backwards into my mirror to see
Who is there―boo!
©2016, Olan L. Smith