Gnats perform a ghostly slow gavotte,
gathering like clouds in shafts of light,
weaving, willowing wisps of curling smoke,
drifting upwards and into the night:
gathering, merging and dissipating,
solemnly they join the twilight dance,
fickle vampires flirting, mating,
malign miasma of the Renaissance.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
A swarm of gnats. Photograph: Martin Siepmann/Alamy found on http://www.guardian.com
This evening I am hosting the dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille, for which I have asked poets to write a poem of exactly 44 words (not counting the title) which includes the word ghost.