Shadow Girl

written on a sad Sunday

Uncoloured like ether; armed with snakes,

Steps as lithe as a greyhound; a body

                    put together like a puzzle

With rings and dark eyes and small voices,

Words stumped and acerbic, I bet

                    you fall into chairs and lovers.

When you sit opposite me on the bus

You chase away my starved eyes; old hope

                    for a love dusty over a fireplace.

Reviews

[Briana O'Connor]

This has an elegant, yet dark aura about it. Very eery and drawing. You words really reel the reader in. Well penned.

[Lyn Anderson]

Sometimes life is like this. We see someone, a stranger perhaps, and it changes our perspective on things ...

[Coyote Song]

Very unique imagery for what reads as a poem about unhappiness and regrets.

[Tina Kline]

I sense a sadness here. Time takes its toll on all of us and when we miss our youth and all that went with it. An amazing poem.

[Cryingkate]

I take it this is no compliment, Otherwise I don't get it.

Would like to know more about that sad Sunday. I almost wonder if it's a clue to a different kinda direction to read this other then face value.

[AYVID N]

This is amazing poetry emerging from an everyday situation. Much appreciated and enjoyed.

[stars are far]

that was very beautiful, i loved how its penned.. well done

[Beccy]

This is exquisite. With just a few brief words, you have perfectly captured both the image of that girl sitting opposite and the thoughts that spill from your mind as you observe her.

This is my kind of poetry all the way.

Beccy.

[Leslie Philibert]

Dear Beccy, thanks for the kind words, Les