Today’s prompt is to write a triolet. I chose to make mine an Easter poem.

On the First Day of the Week, Early in the Morning

by ARHuelsenbeck

Why seek the living with the dead?
He is not here--risen! Indeed?
Go to the street where palms were spread—
why seek the living with the dead?
But go to Galilee instead.
The lame are healed, the captives freed.
Why seek the living with the dead?
He is not here; risen? Indeed!