Member Poem

Shadows
they seem obscure
but also mystify
with skewed innuendo at first
sight whilst etching molten urn of intrigue
ardent bard‘s  eternal craving
to fathom black tunnel
so nimbly dubbed
shadows

Shadows
the most part black
still one can alter for
other sublime tinctures to  shed
on foot of vivid thoughts which splatter veil
of ink pot nocturnal easel
at the faint moon vagrant
who loiters in
shadows

Three bonus lines
A shadow is that universe,
the pitch coal shelter,
that dart and dash silhouette