The Poetry Corner

Animals And The Stars

By Paul Cameron Brown

Crickets are a strange place, cricks of dew hemmed with hoar-frost mushrooming by a door. The glens are fashions of a loom eerie pads are nightly rooms. The padlocks remove the key as grass-hoppers keep the meadow free. A twilight world along the edge at rapier's length this light, this point at end of the void.