The Poetry Corner

Ghost Tales

By Paul Cameron Brown

With leaves twitching the autumn air and the burnt almond breath of landscape heaving relief, the afternoon heavy-footedly walks across evening's threshold. II A garment is held high as adrenalin in the marble glow of wintery air. Mud puddles reflect the faery shrimp of clouds while cone-shaped coniferous trees perch on lawns like starlings. III High above to skating and sugar-icing rinks in misty hues, a ginger-bread man manoeuvres past the ghost tails of a dead luna moth.