POEM STARTER

Write a fantastical poem about shadows detaching from their objects and wandering free.

Until the Shadow Goes Still

Poetry

Swish, swoop, swirl,

the shadow came off of the girl.

Lunge, leap, lie,

as light and as dark as a fly,

it flitted about

and moved like a shout,

as the sound goes around

off the wall like a ball

and lands where it will

in the stillness of it all.

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L Butchart

“There are horses made of shadows, winged with the breadth of nightmares, that poets fly over the chasm of the void… Sometimes… I ride one. [then] Whoosh, like a torrent of night wind, I land, rustling what is there, looking for the light.”