The shudder in the stutter!

It was customary
for the sun's rays
to slant through
the closed window
where trapped thoughts
were entertained
in today's daydreaming.
Engrossed by the
life of fire's flames,
on the mantle piece
the clock strikes twelve;
I am not moved,
while the flames wave
to a veil of white
for I seemed

to have lost
my shadow on

reflection.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

The veil of white and the clock chiming twelve give this piece an eerie ghostly feel Andrew. A visual piece with added chills.

Chris