I Cast a Shadow

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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