The ghosts are marmalade
thin as rinds across toast
or the Weeping Willow, whose
green beard leans,
crane-like, into a child's
backyard.
A Morning Cloak butterfly,
maroon wet with the paint
of morning, cat paws
thin filament leaves
astride a larder
of memories.
Dalliance with the past,
smoke grey these architects
of memory
the privet hedge,
lone pine tree,
jet black caterpillar
poised about a green
carrot top trigger
laced in emperor's gold
like fathoms of the sea
held ... in quiet repose.
Candlelight In Black
Paul Cameron Brown
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Poem topics: butterfly, cat, child, memory, sea, tree, hedge, gold, black, quiet, beard, green, morning, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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