shadows
It is almost coming to the mid point of the Chinese 7th month, better known as the Ghost Month. So I think it's quite appropriate to re-post this poem. :)
photo by dsnake1, image manipulated with xero
shadows
it used to lurk
behind curtains
silent, still
till a breeze
stirs the cloth
you thought
you saw it
long straight hair
slant eyes
pallor of wax
but then there's
nothing
behind
those flapping cloth
perhaps
it's just the eyes
that were too tired
so now
my windows
have no curtains
now
it glides past
the window
on the corridor
a hesitant shadow
a dark patch
on frosted glass
while i am
killing demons
in a video game
or trying to type
some poetry like this
i expect the clump
or clip-clop
of heels on concrete
that will be
my neighbour
back from clubbing
but
there is no sound
only the hissing
from the tv
through air
that had
frozen
still.
18.10.2007
**********
"I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Shared on Poetry Pantry #266 at Poets United.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2015
shadows
it used to lurk
behind curtains
silent, still
till a breeze
stirs the cloth
you thought
you saw it
long straight hair
slant eyes
pallor of wax
but then there's
nothing
behind
those flapping cloth
perhaps
it's just the eyes
that were too tired
so now
my windows
have no curtains
now
it glides past
the window
on the corridor
a hesitant shadow
a dark patch
on frosted glass
while i am
killing demons
in a video game
or trying to type
some poetry like this
i expect the clump
or clip-clop
of heels on concrete
that will be
my neighbour
back from clubbing
but
there is no sound
only the hissing
from the tv
through air
that had
frozen
still.
18.10.2007
**********
"I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
Shared on Poetry Pantry #266 at Poets United.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2015
Labels: dark, heartlands, mindscape, Poetry
posted by dsnake1 at 8:39 PM
15 Comments:
Oh how I enjoyed the sights and sounds in this! Atmospheric and surreal, a scene I can almost FEEL!
Beautifully haunting!!
Yikes. A bit haunting. The things that wait just beyond the edge of pur vision. You gave me a bit of goose flesh .
Th mysteries of sounds at night are often just forsaken souls....
How disappointing for you. Still really nice use of images.
Have a good Sunday
Much love...
You set the scene so vividly. And I can SEE the ghost! So well done.
Well it seems we were both thinking shadows in our poetry today!
There is an eerie quality to this. I really like the photo you took and manipulated. Very interesting.
i love this play on shadow...very well penned...
somewhat creepy that stillness. love the way you wrote it.
Mary,
"Atmospheric". i loved this word. :)
Sanaa,
thank you!
X,
haha! but seriously, once the eyes try to look sidewards and behind, that's when fear is sensed. :(
Bjorn,
yes, the chinese 7th month is mainly for forsaken souls. :)
Gillena,
:(
thanks!
Sherry,
:D
Donna,
what a coincidence! mine's definitely darker. :)
C.C.,
so the poem works!
the actual picture was a blurry image of a street lamp and a tree. i thought i shouldn't waste the photo. :)
Sumana,
thank you! :)
Natasa,
i wrote this piece way after midnight. maybe the mood helps. :)
A great idea at the end. I like the thought of air frozen still.
glad you liked the image. :)
A bit haunting, indeed. I really liked your lines
'it's just the eyes
that were too tired
so now
my windows
have no curtains'
Those words give off a feeling I'm familiar with. Very nice writing :)
thank you, Torie.
the eyes were too tired, i should be sleeping, but the mind said otherwise. :)
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