Feral Shadows


By Martin Lewis

I write about the shadows

that cling to the walls

and hide in the trees

and sneak away from fires and splashes of light

as slow as they want, or in the blink of an eye.


I don’t joke about them

I don’t tame them

I don’t try to capture them and bend them

into shapes and words we don’t have to fear

and can control.


So I sit at my desk

patiently in the dark, with just a little light to see by

maybe some music to keep me company

just waiting for the door to creak open

and I always hold my breath for the Night’s feral shadows to join me.

3 thoughts on “Feral Shadows

  1. I love how your shadows sneak away from the light. I believe you left a word out of your last sentence. Strange that I did exactly the same thing in my poem today and so glad someone tipped me off. I really like your poem, by the way!!!

    • Shadows are sneaky things. Thank you for the heads up on the last line. Usually I use the voice program to read these back to me and I catch things like that. This time I didn’t. But it’s fixed now.t Thank you again. Anita

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