Daily Poem Entries

Shadow

Shadow

Hah, stalker, skewered at last, now you hang from the ceiling
like a specimen pinned for inspection, unable to move,
held by the light from the lamp on the floor, imprisoned,
grown faint in your relentless quest, your obsession with me.

Now let’s see you follow as I escape your constant grasp
by the simple expedient of turning off the light,
leaving you frozen in the pitiless hand of the night
while I run free, secret, and far from your endless attention.


Line count: 8
Free verse
For The Daily Poem, 10.31.24
Prompt: Your shadow climbs the wall and cowers near the ceiling. Tell us why.