The Shadow on the Street (poem)


The Shadow on the Street


And I will show you something different from either

Your shadow at morning striding behind you

Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you

T.S. Eliot


One early summers morning

I was walking down the road

and there I chanced upon a shadow

bereft of anybody attached to

“How strange!” I remarked

as I continued walking on,

but when I turned I noticed

it had begun to follow me

I thought maybe it would

eventually tire and give up,

but still it continued following

when I got to the door of my home

it stopped and waited outside

“How strange!” I thought


That night I awoke to find

the shadow was in my room

and it pounced on me as I lay

there paralysed in my bed

unable to scream, I could feel it

melting through my skin

attaching to me, then I realised

it had been my own shadow all along.


Joanne Fisher


I’ve been quite sick from an aggressive cold and been bedbound for the last two days. This was meant to be quite brief, but the poem turned out being far longer than I was intending. At the beginning I was deliberately using folk song phrasing to give it more older feel, though I ditched the rhyming scheme, then I incorporated a nightmare I had in my early twenties of a shadow being in my room and then melting into my body without me being able to move or scream. That nightmare still feels scaringly real…



This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #91.



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Β©2020 Joanne Fisher



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