She sits and she stares out the window,
at the star that points her heart north.
She waits for him, for as long as it takes.
and lulls in a chair,
back and forth.
Never taking her eyes from the sky,
she knows his promise will be true.
She waits for a boy she only thinks she knows,
a boy with a mask
she cannot see through.
After forever's spent waiting,
she hangs her head, defeated.
A shadow comes near
to turn up her chin.
He holds out his hand,
as if to ask her to dance,
she accepts
but knows it's not him.
He pulls her in close,
they aridly sway.
Her waiting's in vain,
now she knows.
She sets her head gently,
on the hallow of a shoulder,
And dreams of memories,
while dancing with shadows.
The prompt was to write about Peter Pans shadow. Anything about it, how he came back for it, how it got left behind, a poem from it's perspective. I chose to write about how he was left, and how he comforts Wendy.
Beautiful, Sydney. The mood really impresses itself on me.
ReplyDeleteOf course, we know that this does not apply to our lives concerning Jesus' return (a bit of a tangent, sorry).
Well, it doesn't necessarily apply to Jesus' return, but can't you see Jesus as the shadow? Dancing with us when we are let down? And don't take this the wrong way, but I didn't really write it to be about either.
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