“Standing in the shade with shadows and strewn leaves, I feel a strange affinity with the world all around. Like me, this zone of the dark and lost is displaced from the English summer everyone else inhabits. Scattered fragments of seasons lost, we crinkle together, the leaves and I, discussing our cool displeasure. I may remain here, if the shadows will have me, unless that means individuality lost?”
It is not the vertical delineation of the trees
Nor the warm light of a golden summer’s day
Not even the emerald hues of forest, meadow and glade
No, it is not they that proportion life’s boundaries
But the space between shadows that defines
Those gentle taunts of what’s to come
And the reassurance that we’ll one day find them
In the shadows, we reclined
Rendering passers by quite blind
Bereft of their golden glow
No desire had we to go
Instead we shared dark thoughts
Though most did come to naught
Palest vampire bride and I
Adrift and mired ‘neath coal sky
We talked of love and cold hearts
How easily life departs
Discussed finer points of death
Though indeed we wasted breath
Till at last the sun did set
Gothic hearts we did forget
And took our revenge on those
Not worthy of our dark clothes
We sucked and slurped until dawn
Until all mankind forlorn
Then shadows, they took us back
Till tonight, our next attack
The shadows twisted and cavorted like moths before a porch lantern, fizzing off the glow, fluttering in exuberance. But there was no flame at the forest’s edge, no fire, no torches, no light. A passionate embracing of the night soon to come, the shadows danced. Dusk’s ballet signalled my doom.
The world shimmers,
glistens in dazzling monochrome;
the way to peace is paved in grey.
A woodpecker breaks the still,
tip-tap, tip-tap, tip-tap,
or a keyboard, or my heart.
Where others point and look,
I slink into the shadow of a shadow,
hide behind a dream and weep.
This is it.
This is it.
These raking fingers stretch
Over streets and lawns
A sliding edgy darkness
Beshadowed, the summer falters
Stretched beyond expectation
The shadows of ourselves depart.
Dragged away, elongated by haste
These others seek the dark.
They shall not find it.
For we have the sun at our backs
And always shall.
Standing at the perimeter looking in
Watching the flashing smiles of glistening teeth;
They’re false smiles, but smiles nonetheless.
Everyone looks so happy with the sun shining down on them,
Whilst I patrol the limitless shadows.
One day I hope to step into their world,
But it shall be on my own terms, not others.
Until that day, I’ll watch, wait,
And pretend to be happy just incase anyone sees me.
After all, there’s always a chance.
To stand in the middle of a crowded room,
Look about at all the faces,
And go unnoticed.
They stare, but don’t see,
As you reach out and feel nothing,
Pleading with eyes of pooling tears,
Open your mouth but not find words.
This is how it feels to be lonely
To be unrecognised and unrecognisable.
So the next time you trip over a shadow,
Whilst toasting someone you’ve never met,
Meet the eyes of the solitary one
Just to say that they are not alone.
After all, one day it could be you?