Shadow

Shadow

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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Amazing what gets dredged up in the memories. The pup’s name was shadow

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outside the drawn floral curtains
in the scary dark night
a door closed

over and over
muffled whispers
of dad’s voice talking to
uncle phil

followed by sounds of
spades digging
in ground hardened by frost
striking on flint
grating on my mind
over and over

sharp stones in an untamed
garden in the cold of
winter

the dog had been sick
our fluffy black and white pup
my ears strained
what were they doing

and then
the penny registered
in my eight year old brain
dropping like a dead weight
hurting my heart

with horror
i listened to that scraping
and bedding down of soil
when i was unable to
shed a single tear

hiding
under the counterpane
trembling
like a small leaf buried
under a mountain of sadness

© 2025 Chris Shaw


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What a lovely name, Chris; quite intriguing as well and now a “perfect” poetic Shadow, brilliant poem 🙏🏻🕊
Freds.

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Chris Shaw

3 Days Ago

Thank you Freds for your kind review. Pleased you enjoyed my childhood memory. Have a good day.
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Red Brick Keshner

3 Days Ago

You’re welcome Chris🙏🏻🕊
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MCS
Your beautiful and sad poem took me back to age six when our little dachshund Mr. Brown passed. The whispers and the other sounds all came forward as you’ve so eloquently penned

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Chris Shaw

3 Days Ago

Sorry to hear about your Mr Brown. So sad when we lose our pets Mary. Thank you so much for your kin.. read more
Very well crafted. The slow unveiling of the scene, given enough to piece together reality before this poor child does, the opportunity to brace for their tragic realization... and the small leaf comparison really drives home how it feels to not be able to protect someone from these kinds of changes.

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Chris Shaw

4 Days Ago

Thank you so much for your visit and leaving me your valued thoughts. I very much value your comment.. read more
Such a powerfully sad poem. I remember when my dad had to put downour rabbits that got real sick. it was gut wrenching.

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Chris Shaw

4 Days Ago

Thank you Dale. So sad when we lose our pets. They are family. I appreciate you leaving me your thou.. read more

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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