Saturday, December 22, 2007

forty winks

For the boy who collects shadows. Who traps them in a net he weaved from seaweed he caught himself. Who hangs them out to dry on a washing line on a day where the sun won’t shine. Who presses them flat beneath a pile of books filled with heavy words. Who seals them in blue glass jars and shakes them daily to see if they still hum. Who folds them into little balls and hides them beneath his tongue, and never speaks with a mouth full. Who sews them into the soles of his socks and tries to squash them when he runs.

4 comments:

polona said...

oh, as an occasional collector of shadows myself, i find this delightful.

dandelion said...

"shakes them daily to see if they still hum" such beautiful imagery...x.

Clare said...

Loved every image. Reminds me of a Alice Hoffman book.

spacedlaw said...

I love the idea of somebody hunting shadows.