Shadows

Continuing with Essence of Identity one of the suggested activites was to go for a walk and take photos of shadows.  However since we hadn't any sun here for a few days I used photos I had taken some time ago for the photography group.  I put some of them together in a montage.

The second part of the activity was to right a poem or a story about your photos. I wrote a poem.

Shadows 

What hides in the shadows?
What lurks behind the lines?

Lines drawn by the sun
through metal fencing
Charcoal grey on pale grey tarmac.

Straight lines. Diagonal lines.
Sharp point on shadows
that have no sharpness.

Straight line fencing
along straight lined paths.
Yet, in amongst the shadow lines
Shadow plants linger,
soft and curling.

What hides in the shadows
of our minds?
What lurks behind the lines
drawn on our foreheads?

The inner critic.
The voice we know that lingers,
soft and curling
And lurks behind our creativity.

Pull down the thoughts
Take captive the voice that impedes our way
Let nothing hide in the shadows
Let nothing lurk behind the lines.

I'm really enjoying writing poems at the moment.  I don't know where it will lead - if anywhere!

Thanks for joining me today
Bernice