Shadows and Silhouettes

Jason // July 15 // 9 Comments

Shadows of the woodland delineate the Birch,
rimlit by a golden dusk.

Deep within the dark places overlooked by light
life lingers.

Dark corries of bark, haunt of Woodlouse and Slug,
highways of the hidden.

Leaves meld and merge into orb and sphere,
mirroring the tangle of stars.

Orbits woven from beeline and pollen drift,
signposts of life to come.

A rustle of wind writes a new score,
tweaking and testing the way of the Birch.

Scribing new runes from light and dark,
dance steps in the tango of being.

Watched by the beings we carry in our pockets,
those who eat our dreams.

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  • Beautiful poem, Jason! I especially like โ€œDark corries of bark, haunt of Woodlouse and Slug,
    highways of the hidden,โ€ because of the image it provokes and itโ€™s specificity. But the entire poem is lovely and I love thinking about what I carry in my pocket!

    • Thank you for taking the time to immerse into my words here Melanie. I really appreciate it. I’m going to send out an email in a few days highlighting my approach to writing and I feel it’ll be of interest to you.

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    About the Author Jason

    Jason follows his lifelong vocation as a countryside photographer who tries to catch the spirit of the places he visits. After decades working as a professional editorial photographer he now focuses much of his time on conceptual fine art photography, visual storytelling and in aiding others to follow their creative calling.

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