~ my wandering memory
Short poem draft - response to your tunnel prompt.
He followed me into the darkness,
becoming shadow.
(Discerning good from evil, help from harm,
is always a matter of shadows).
Shadow and I walked warily,
together but not, no escape.
My bravado withered.
Drawing near, he disappeared.
Trembling with fear, I walked on,
a different woman.
Oooh, this is lovely. I particularly loved the observation that discernment is a matter of shadows. The piece begins with an ominous feel and finishes with resolve. Thank you for sharing it!
Short poem draft - response to your tunnel prompt.
He followed me into the darkness,
becoming shadow.
(Discerning good from evil, help from harm,
is always a matter of shadows).
Shadow and I walked warily,
together but not, no escape.
My bravado withered.
Drawing near, he disappeared.
Trembling with fear, I walked on,
a different woman.
Oooh, this is lovely. I particularly loved the observation that discernment is a matter of shadows. The piece begins with an ominous feel and finishes with resolve. Thank you for sharing it!