The Romance of Our Shadows

Shadows on the wall

Who knows what my shadow does while I sleep?

Does he rest, too?

Or does he caper on the chamber wall, performing cartwheels and somersaults?

Does he take a moonlight shower?

Does he then preen himself a little, gazing at his reflection in the windowpane?

And when the witching hour comes, does he bid my sleeping self farewell?

Does he creep under the door or jump through the open window?

Does he wander through the streets, admiring the shadows of the trees and flowers?

And what if he stumbles upon a florist’s shop?

Does he sneak in and steal the shadow of a rose?

And where does he go then?

To the café?

Or to the park?

Or by the waterside?

What is that shadow which awaits him on the bridge?

Is it yours?

 

Image copyright Christine Till @ CT-Graphics

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99 thoughts on “The Romance of Our Shadows

  1. Yes, our shadows often meet to exchange stories and dance under the stars. The private investigator I hired said so.

    1. While you sleep, the shadow of a ballerina spins ceaselessly on the wall above your head, and just before you wake, it falls exhausted into a becoming posture.

      Then it behaves formally all day, mirroring your movements, the shadow of a businesswoman…

  2. very well work done…keep going…i liked it…its a nice…as am a new blogger in this world and i wrote just 1 blog (http://mindtechnorms.wordpress.com/2014/02/13/when-god-granted-tittus-to-go-to-earth-for-1-day-part-i/) and unable to find my viewer (38 viewers in 2 days) like you, can u please help me by reading my 1st blog what wrong with my writing…is really something wrong with my writing or am just expecting too early…your helpful suggestions will really inspire me…

  3. This is such an intriguing concept – it reminded me of a story I read in Little Lit as a kid about a shadow that ran away from it’s owner. Although the shadow in your poem is not nearly as mischievous, I can’t help but imagining it in that context. Thank you for a great read!

  4. I used to cower around the corner from a certain window. If the hall light is on my reflection/shadow turns into the trench coat man. Never even considered what he wanted. Too icky to think of.

  5. Loved your used of words and imagery. There is an old world feeling to your poem without much use of heavy words that is quite astounding. Loved reading it.

  6. Boy with a Hat, fancy that, I like the reads. I’m new to this blogging scene and really enjoyed your blog. Currently finishing up a round up post of sorts and would like to highlight some of your posts in mine, trying out page jumps, so reader can link straight to the post that kept me reading about the things I love. It’s a quirky tale. I hope it works, what better way to share

  7. That shadow might me mine since it lives it’s own life when I’m not watching, and since it told me, it would like to meet your romantic shadow. I heard your shadow is very social, and sticks to you only to rest after all the crazy fun.

  8. I like to think that when I fall asleep, after my shadow lets go of my body, she goes and represents myself out there, in the world somewhere.. Probably she is racing cars, as they are my other half so far..
    Beautiful writing! I will follow every single post of yours!
    Best wishes, Carolina

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