The Shadow Voice Poem by Margaret Atwood

The Shadow Voice

Rating: 3.2


My shadow said to me:
what is the matter


Isn't the moon warm
enough for you
why do you need
the blanket of another body


Whose kiss is moss


Around the picnic tables
The bright pink hands held sandwiches
crumbled by distance. Flies crawl
over the sweet instant


You know what is in these blankets


The trees outside are bending with
children shooting guns. Leave
them alone. They are playing
games of their own.


I give water, I give clean crusts


Aren't there enough words
flowing in your veins
to keep you going.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Meghan Void 18 May 2007

Such loverly imagery

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Kevin Patrick 01 March 2019

Attwood is never given the same love for her poetry as she is for her literature, but her poems are as vivid and original as her novels.

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Dr Antony Theodore 01 March 2019

Aren't there enough words flowing in your veins to keep you going... very poetic in sense.. tony

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 01 March 2019

A thought provoking write. Superb imagery. Cleverly written.

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Edward Kofi Louis 16 February 2019

To keep you going! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 01 March 2020

Touched my heart this poem, Mrs. Atwood. Very impressingly worded. Thank you so much for sharing. CONGRATULATIONS on being chosen by our Editor Poem HUnter. Hooray! God's Blessings!

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Kumarmani Mahakul 01 March 2020

So touchingly and interestingly inscribed. Beautiful poem.

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Mahtab Bangalee 01 March 2020

great one always written greatly// // the shadow voice sometimes strengthen inside sometimes makes outwordly dead the shadow voice never chases after the decided brave heart vitality……..

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Richard Ponsonby 01 March 2020

This strange woman has made money portraying the rape of women swooping her fetishistic ideas onto television and then portraying retaliatory redemption, but after many many women were traduced in the spectacle.

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Dr Antony Theodore 01 March 2020

Isn't the moon warm enough for you why do you need the blanket of another body......Beautiful poem which makes the reader think a lot. tony

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Margaret Atwood

Margaret Atwood

Ottawa, Ontario
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