Desert sands in deserted streets
Rippled by the winds of time
Shadowlands has an added treat
As the New Moon is sublime
Echoes fade as darkness falls
Edged by a brilliant blue
Bathing deserted streets and walls
In an electric cosmic hue
From silent alleys shadows appear
Of folk who decided to stay
Forgotten folk who applaud and cheer
The magic being brought this day
As one they laugh and dance and sing
Connected, together once more
The halo, corona, brilliant ring
Brings tears and rapturous applause
Within minutes the show comes to an end
Silence and dust settles all around
Strangers once again lose their friends
And their loneliness is found
Shadows leave those deserted streets
Crumbling bricks and dusty floors
With hopes of another miraculous treat
And the chance of opening doors
D Wallace Peach of Myths of the Mirror has provided the challenge to write something about the above image. I started writing, not knowing where I was going with this, but then it all seemed to come together. Shadowlands is a place within all of us, although not as apparent in some as it is in others. A simple smile can be like an eclipse to one of those ‘Shadow Folk’, just hoping to feel the magic of connection.
Tom
Thanks so much for the wonderful poem, Tom. It’s got a dreamy magical quality, and the insight that you added at the end makes it even richer. I’m going to line it up to share. I’m so honored that you took up the prompt!
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Thanks, Diana.
I enjoy this type of challenge… pleased to have found your site! 😀
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I’m glad you did too. 🙂
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Tom what an excellent poem.. and your image I imagine one of your wonderful creations perfection.. I also see since my last visit a new Theme..
Wishing you a peaceful Sunday Tom. Take care 🙂
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Thanks, Sue.
The image is one from Pixabay that Diana, the lady who set the challenge, found and shared. It is a good one, though. I like it.
I’ve not finished with the blog’s theme, so it may be different again the next time you visit – you know what I’m like! 😀
Take care yourself, Sue – I hope you’re having a fabulous Sunday!
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A magical, dreamy poem from Tom. I hope you enjoy.
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The magic of an eclipse, the darkness connecting us to each other as we view the rare event. Nice poem and nice response to Diana’s prompt!
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Thank you, Priscilla. I’m pleased you think so.
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Such a lovely piece! I especially like these lines: “Strangers once again lose their friends
And their loneliness is found.”
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Ah, thank you!
I like the way those lines fell into place.
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You’re welcome!
It’s always an awesome feeling when lines fall into place like that. 😀
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It is indeed… far better when they do their usual trick of keeping themselves out of sight! 😀
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😆 So true!
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😀 Pesky words! There should have been a ‘than’ in there, but it decided to hide, completely changing the reply. I think you got what I meant though!
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a beautiful write Tom. I love your header, glad you did that.
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Thanks, Hélène.
I think I’m happy with this theme now, so it can stay for a while! 😀
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I like changing header and other things too. 😄
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It has to be done! 🙂
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I’m glad I stopped by, what a lovely poem, you managed to create so many layers and worlds…
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And thank you for calling by!
I’m glad you liked it.
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My pleasure!
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Nice poem! Captures the mood of the prompt picture well.
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Thank you for saying so! 🙂
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Awesome job! I loved it!
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Thank you, Ethan. I’m pleased that you liked it!
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Wow, you have an excellent way with words! This is great.
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Aw, thank you, Jessica.
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Well done! An interesting imagining of the city; inhabited, but each one isolated, until something like this brings them together.
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Thank you, Jackie. I wanted to emphasise the isolation, it looks like it worked!
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Beautifully done!
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Aw, thank you very much! 😀
And thank you for the re-blog!
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An excellent poem Tom!!! 🙂 ❤
Blessed Be!!! 🙂 ❤
Prenin.
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Thanks, Prenin.
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