One View From Shadow
One stands upon dark winter’s sill
And shudders at the gathering gloom
The candles gutter from a gust
That chills the room
One at the banquet fears to breathe
And silent and unmoving stands
For Time might hear and make her leave
And still her hands
Ten thousand voices in her head
Are frozen now in breathless fear
Stories untold cannot be read
No one will hear
The clock ticks on as shadow spreads
As winter falls, and cold congeals
The one pushed into shadow dreads
What time reveals
Which stories now will live or die
Which tales will to the banquet bring
Their secrets for the guests to whom
It is still spring
The shadows gather close but won’t
Silence the stories pressed by night
The words will come until they don’t…
One lifts her pen to write
Holly Lisle — Dec. 28, 2016 (link to the original post)
In memory of my sister, Julie.
SHORT FICTION & POETRY SUBMENU
Another world is mine that none else see (poem) | Armor-ella (complete short story) | Bad Bottle (complete short story) | Kate (poem) | Life, Well Lived, Will Weep (poem) | Light Through Fog (first chapter) | One View from Shadow (poem) | Pensive Ruminations on Impermanence in a Technophilic World (poem) | Perfect Word (poem) | Promise to the Fallen | Rewind (first chapter) | Strange Arrivals (first story) | The Lovely Man, the Mysterious Box, and Marge (complete story) | To An Android Lover (poem) | To Futz Around with Metric Beat and Time; or, Would We All Be Hacks To Shakespeare? (poem)
