An evening shadow entered throught the front room window alittle while ago
Not much of a shadow, pale
But it was there growing slowly
Noticeable to any half seeing eye.
It took the yellow daffodil pattern on our green carpet
Crawled along the brown, fake leather couch
And hung around the corner of the mushroom, marble fireplace
That my mother is so famously proud of.
I am sat on a bentwood thonet chair, just to the right of the door
The long evening shadow now at my feet
In a few minutes it will rise up and shroud me
And I wonder, what shall become of me then?
Created: Mar 11, 2014andrewhip Document Media