I Cast a Shadow

shadow puppet 2

in lost hours

dim rooms

i silently mold

my hands

in front of

bare bulbs

project distorted

shadow puppets

against

lonely walls

movement

slow

inelegant

a mourning dove

pierced through

the breast

by melancholy’s

sharp sterling thorn

beats its wings

ragged

against ribbed

cage

of blue

unable to

launch

fly free

 

© 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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