Between fountains of light a well of darkness
nightfall pouring into abyssal depths
death in the air, roots of it reaching out
to grip the mind, the soul, the memory
Shadows in the corner, smiling
beckoning to a wayward consciousness
Stay with us and be lost
here where the light cannot blind
where doors open onto staircases
always descending
where darkness is a comfort
and time flows far away
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Can’t believe March is almost over. It’s like it disappeared.
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4 responses to “Shadows in the Corner”
Great work MDR!
The way you write, and the subject matter, always makes me explore the alternative message in the piece, to deconstruct and reassemble the pieces. It’s echo, so to speak, only twisted 180 and coming back from a different direction, sometimes equally dark other times in counterpoint. This one was no exception and prompted me to add another poem to my notebook.
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Thank you! I always enjoy reading your take, I hope you post it (:
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Holy fuck
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Hope that’s a good response! Cheers (:
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