Transformation Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Moonlight filtered through the trees.
Can cast strange shadows on the ground
which fill me with a vague unease
because they seem to move around.

Somehow independently
The minute that I look away.
As if they have been watching me
to try and lead my thoughts astray.

I know that in reality
the shadows represent no threat
But fear erodes my certainty
and in my panic I forget.

I only know I have to run.
Just as the shadows knew I would
They coalesce, attack as one
Then finally I understood.

I should have run when I first saw
the shadows on the forest floor.
I know now what I did not know
before I became a shadow.

31/07/2009
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