Shadow tampering.

He saw the day

speed by

but it was

only his shadow.

In the day

the house

was empty,

in the night

all was busy,

the shadows played.

But tonight

all solemn

they prayed

to the Night God;

his shadow

didn't turn up.

In a blaze burning

across the night sky

the shadow of light

went his silent way.

Reviews

[Patricia]

Those always pesky shadows always make good muses. The night is their time and we either dance with them or let them swallow us. Nicely done!

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Patricia and Happy New Year.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the shadows played, but he lay silent...the room was dark, like his world.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you J for your words. Happy new year to you dear poet friend.