The Shadow Behind

The Shadow Behind

A Poem by jen -- JG
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something that was rather scary several years ago

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The Shadow Behind

 

The shadow behind is ready to pounce

A gut twisting fear takes the very last ounce

Of strength …to stay out there in the light.

Keep walking, don’t drift to the left or the right.

 

Stay there on the path, where it’s easy to see

And the shadow behind slinks back to a tree.

Faster and faster, feet move on the track;

Terrified eyes feel the need to look back.

 

Whisper of footstep keeps pace on the grass

Keeping so close, never trying to pass.

In her mad haste, feet catch in her skirt

She stumbles and falls, face first in the dirt.

 

Quick as a flash, she is up on her knees

And sees a dark shape head back to the trees,

Up on her feet, she is off like a shot,

The shadow behind breaks into a trot.

 

She’s running fast now but fears it’s too late

And then in the distance she sees her front gate.

The shadow is close… she feels the hot breath

Her breath gasping now, ‘tis a race to the death.

 

Feet flying fast, barely touching the ground

The shadow keeps pace, still making no sound.

She raced through her gate, her door opens wide

A quick sudden spurt and she’s safely inside.

 

Heat pounding hard, and fighting back tears

Aware of the shape that lurks in the trees,

Now too afraid … to be alone in the dark,

Never more will she walk all alone, in the park.

 


ã Copyright jen-JG December 2007

© 2008 jen -- JG


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jen -- JG
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I loved this (And agree with reviewer below. Favorite part too :D ). The rhyme scheme is perfect for such a short, twisted diddy and I think that the almost playful tone I got while reading it greatly influenced the horror behind the story. I don't know if this is a baroque or some strange creature, but it's damn interesting none-the-less.
Great job


Posted 16 Years Ago


Heat pounding hard, and fighting back tears

Aware of the shape that lurks in the trees,

Now too afraid � to be alone in the dark,

Never more will she walk all alone, in the park.


Love this part... great write!

Posted 16 Years Ago



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jen -- JG
jen -- JG

Melbourne, Australia



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I enjoy reading, writing and watching movies. There are two adorable cats in our household who give us much pleasure. i enjoy writing poetry of most kinds, rhyme - open verse - and often anything a.. more..

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