Poem: Mad Shadows

The strange steady glare

Mutilates the faces of travellers

Brightness permeates

The fogginess of the night

Shoes shuffle among

Dying leaves that whisper

Fear and futility

Clutch at dragging feet


The paper mimics

It slides smoothly after masters

And swaying mistresses

Grotesque phantoms flit ever changing

Up the wall and down

In ghostly images leap

And the street lamps

Just loom and fade


Author: seagullnic

Writer, editor, lecturer and part-time musician. Passions in life: my family, Bob Dylan, music of many genres, Brighton and Hove Albion FC, cooking plus good food and wine.

3 thoughts on “Poem: Mad Shadows”

  1. This was from a poem I originally wrote 35 years ago. I found it among a collection of yellowing paper in a box destined for the attic. I have stripped the poem down to its bare bones and have rewritten it… the images are still there from that Barnsley street in 1978.

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