Sleeping Shadows


Sleeping shadows across latitudes

Where children laugh in the solitude

Of freshly harvested poppy fields

Where milk starved cows

Pose naked for farmer’s calendars


Oil lamps hanging in glassless frames

Masquerading as cultural artifacts

While the shadows keep sleeping

Holding soulless imitations of man

Imprisoned in medieval fortresses


With married crocodiles dancing trancelike

Inside moats filled with liquid expectations

The moon wandering on stilts

Over neglected hopelessness

Avoiding the sleeping shadows


Owls flying with books of wisdom

Without plan or destination

While church bells hang dejectedly

From gallows smelling of death

Until the shadows awaken

  • Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 19th, 2017 01:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: My imagination gone wild!!! You love it or you hate it. You see meanings or you don't. I just let my imagination fly. No thinking about it in advance, no pre-conception, did not know at the beginning where it would take me. This is the result. Could have been different on a different day. Who knows? It is totally up to the reader to see in it whatever he/she wants to see.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • User favorite of this poem: dusk arising.


  • Will Shootman

    filled my head with an idea of old Persia. love it.

    • FredPeyer

      Thank you Will! Please tell me how or why you thought of old Persia. I love your comment, but wonder why.

    • orchidee

      Good write Fred. Don't know what comes to my mind yet. Too 'deep' for this time of morning in the UK? I shall get a headache with thinking too much! lol.

      • FredPeyer

        Thanks orchidee, the headache probably comes from you watered down sherry!

      • dusk arising

        You are so right, your words can conjure up allsorts of images and in my crazy poetic mind they certainly do. I really like this because it digs out thought trails i wouldn't associate with one another and becomes really entertaining even if dark corners of my mind are tweeked here and there. It's going into my favourites and i'd encourage you to do more of this ilk.

        • FredPeyer

          Thanks so much da! Was not sure at first if I should post it, but I had so much fun writing it that I thought 'why not'! Am so glad you like it!

        • Michael Edwards

          You sure can read into this - great write Fred.

          • FredPeyer

            Thanks Michael, part of the fun of reading poems, at least for me, is to try to figure out if the artist put some hidden meaning into it. Some are straight forward, and that is OK too. The beauty of poetry is that there are so many different ways to say things.

            • Michael Edwards

              You are so right - just like a good abstract painting.

            • myself and me

              I saw Picasso's style.

              • FredPeyer

                Yes, m&m, thank you! Maybe Picasso, or maybe Salvador Dali!

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