Nightly Shadows

[Scube]

I ran across this poem I wrote when I was eleven. It brought back memories of watching the shadows from the leaves of a bush outside my window created when cars drove past my house at night. The shadows played and danced around my room and quite literally seemed to disappear through my door and into the hall as the cars passed by. (Back then I wasn’t concerned with word connotation.)

I wrote Nightly Shadows to capture my child-hood fascination; perhaps you too had animated shadows dancing around your room as a child!



NIGHTLY SHADOWS

Nightly shadows go dancing
Along my bedroom wall,
Then up onto the ceiling
And out into the hall.

The shadows remind me of fairies
Dancing from here to there,
With wings and pointed elf-caps
They go dancing in the air.

They dance away to fairy-land
Where fairies are busy at play;
‘Til they vanish with coming of daylight
To return at the dusk of next day.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I ran across this poem I wrote when I was eleven. It brought back memories of watching the shadows from the leaves of a bush outside my window created when cars drove past my house at night. The shadows played and danced around my room and quite literally seemed to disappear through my door and into the hall as the cars passed by. (Back then I wasn’t concerned with word connotation.)

I wrote Nightly Shadows to capture my child-hood fascination; perhaps you too had animated shadows dancing around your room as a child!



NIGHTLY SHADOWS

Nightly shadows go dancing
Along my bedroom wall,
Then up onto the ceiling
And out into the hall.

The shadows remind me of fairies
Dancing from here to there,
With wings and pointed elf-caps
They go dancing in the air.

They dance away to fairy-land
Where fairies are busy at play;
‘Til they vanish with coming of daylight
To return at the dusk of next day.

It's deft and graceful as your poems always and I thought it would work beautifully for a younger audience. To my taste it needed a bit of something darker, a bit of menace.

[Scube]

Thanks Prince; yeah, I know, it is juvenile but I thought it had a bit of magic about it. I was very young then and, of course, naive. However, I do remember writing a poem I titled something like A Tragedy in the Night, something about an owl swooping down on a field mouse. That would be a bit darker.

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[blazeofglory]

Indeed it gives and takes us to a state of nightliness something, some experiences we lived through in babyhood.

[dibyendra]

Yes, that reminded me those childhood memories when we used to turn off lights and those shadows of vehicles on the road plays on the ceiling which was so fascinating at those time. Lovely!