Doppelganger in the Dark | ||
| May 8, 1999 | Stephen Ward | |||
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Lying still and silent, outstretched upon the floor.
Creeping along the walls, or up against the door. Stalking, ever quiet, as if always in wait. A spectre in the darkness, ever hushed in its gait. Gliding through the lighted world as softly as a breeze. Lurking out into the night for whatever it may please. Dancing with the stars and moon, returning with the light. A silhouette in darkness; a shadow that’s in flight.
Writer’s Review: Short but elegant, in my opinion. This poem was more for fun than anything else, since it doesn’t really have a message to it. I guess I was just bored and felt like daydreaming when, out of the blue, I thought about Peter Pan. Oh come on, as if you hadn’t guessed where this one got its inspiration. After all, where else have you ever heard of shadows flying around at night. I was sitting in study block with absolutely nothing to do when, as far as I can figure, I glanced over at my shadow on some girl’s Disney bookbag. What can I say, it doesn’t take much to set my creativity off on a tangent. | ||||
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