THE SHADOW THERE

A mind playing tricks on its host....

THE SHADOW THERE

To show and tell the captive's face
And weave a spell without a trace
Of mystery or fear...
I write this verse in lilac lace
Within the chamber's cold embrace
And raven-salted tears.

This night which casts an amber glow
About the mantle there to show
A presence....ever still!
As winds of winter pierce the flow
Of blood to feel the heart beat slow,
It tastes the bitter pill!

The shadows lengthen much too soon,
And fate bemoans the call of loons,
Before the night is through.
And when her face beholds the moon
And absent suns which seared the room,
The shadow there was.....you!
~~

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

A lovely poem. Yes, those shadows can be very mischeivious

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and that call of the loons sounds so sad....so sad...
a shadow where once was a lover.
j.

[Miss Sharon]

Thank you Jacob for your lovely review! Sorry I'm so late with this. I used to get an email when someone at Writers Cafe commented on my poems, but that stopped for some reason. Did that happen to you? ~SP

[jacob erin-cilberto]

no problem at all, Sharon....but no, i still get the emails...maybe you should contact the administrators and let them know---

j.