Shadows

From night mourn a shade torn

Born break of day painted shapes that may

Play in a child’s breeze or die in cloud disease

Moving growing dark reflections of life showing

In it’s shrinking, day and night linking

Shadows fade away at the end of day

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

I sense a prisoner or perhaps a child grounded to her room. I remember how being alone and fending off boredom can grant almost a gothic, macabre imagination to a child. The shadows and light come alive and become both our playmates and our tormentors.

You certainly grabbed my attention with this wonderful piece of brevity:)

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and interpretation it is most inspiring and supportive.

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

the first line was breathtaking. it sounds a lot like Edgar Allan Poe, and reminds me of Alfred Hitchcock. this dark and brooding vignette paints a wicked scene. yet there is something psychological at work here as well. the persona is afraid of night. but why? there is something about the darkness and cold that unsettles him. is it a memory? is it an over active imagination? is it a certainty something bad will happen? it is sombre and thought-provoking.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Ern again you are on to something. The key is in the last line if you think of people as merely shadows born at the break of day and dying with sunset