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Shadow Moments
By
Rusty Broadspear
Alone in candlelight
I raise the glass to my shadow,
A silent toast,
To humanity.
Words escape my thoughts
And are
Mirrorballed
Around the walls of the room.
Cigar smoke
Mingles and dances
With candle smoke,
A haze
Of blues and greys.
The heavy drapes hang still
So velvet soft
Hushing the atmosphere
To the quiet
Of a deserted Chapel.
I walk over to the dresser
And pick up an orange.
My shadow picks up
A shadow orange.
I contemplate
For stretched moments
Distances travelled
By this wholesome fruit.
Does my shadow have such thoughts?
I think not.
He stands stooped
He drops his shadow orange
He falls heavily
To his knees.
I watch this with
Profound sadness,
And hold my head
And cry.
He looks up and cocks his head
As if asking why.
I crawl across the room
And snuff the candle
And snuff my shadow
Without a goodbye.
Alone in darkness,
No words dancing the walls,
I hear not
And I fear not
As I lie foetal
And visit sleep.
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