FOUR FEATHERS PRESS ONLINE EDITION: BITTER SWEET Send up to three poems on the subject of or at least mentioning the words bitter and/or sweet, totaling up to 150 lines in length, in the body of an email message or attached in a Word file to donkingfishercampbell@gmail.com by 11:59 PM PST on September 20th. No PDF's please. Color artwork is also desired. Please send in JPG form. No late submissions accepted. Poets and artists published in Four Feathers Press Online Edition: Bitter Sweet will be published online and invited to read at the Saturday Afternoon Poetry Zoom meeting on Saturday, September 21st between 3 and 5 pm PST.

Saturday, September 21, 2024

PJ Swift

The Shadow Maker


Mr. X. lived his entire life in a shadow.  No matter where he was, what he was doing, or the time of day,  a shadow was always cast over him.  Mr. X. was accustomed to this shadow.  As a child, he tried numerous times to escape the shadow, but he never succeeded. No trick or quick movement on his part would suffice. The shadow prevailed.

Then one day, when he was well into middle-age, the all-covering shadow suddenly disappeared.  Mr. X. was instead shrouded by bright light.  Being used to the shadows, this light distressed him, both physically and emotionally.  Just as he had once had an urge to escape the shadow, now he wished to escape the light. But this too was impossible.  No matter where he was, Mr. X. was brightly lit.  He felt exposed, vulnerable and uncomfortable in his new role.   His distress grew greater than what he had ever known. 

But he learned to take comfort in his own shadow.  He had never cast one before, and now he had a constant companion, one that was always loyal and acting only his command.   After some time, Mr. X. realized that he would no longer be someone obscured or defined by a shadow, but that now he was the main actor, the one of influence, not the shadowed, but the shadow-maker.  


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