Poetry of Issue #8        Page 75

Shadow

A looming shadow pours over
a simple flower
bathing in the glow of the sun

As the shadow draws closer
all light is stripped of
the flower

Loathing darkness
the flower strains its
delicate petals

desperately reaching towards
the sun’s warmth

The shadow reaches for the flower
slowly plucking away every last pedal
until the flower is left bare and empty

Finally the shadow flies away
having fulfilled it purpose

and leaving the flower in
crippled dismay.

                         Emma Brumberger