Shadows (On the Boards)

A creaking floor

A footprint in the dust

A fragile image

Cast through lingering light

And a reflection

Of someone

Long since departed

Outside the ancient window

A grey mist predicts the rain

And in my heart

I am weeping just the same

A memory shifts

In the manner of a dream

And I take my comfort

That with the coming of the night

This will pass from me

As the darkness flows in

And swallows the remembrance

Like it does the shadows

On the boards

© Ann Bagnall 2014.

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