Shadows

     There is absolute zero meaning to this rondeau from Studies in Poetry. The assignment was just to craft evocative imagery; and so that's what happened...

Shadows are evaporating into the dark,

while the tune of the meadowlark

slips away into the night.

Caress the face staring in fright,

Inhale the perfume that is her trademark.

Eat something exotic, like aardvark,

try to ignore the current plight -

In the neighborhood of the trailer park

shadows are evaporating.

Sure, there’s the lousy job at Hallmark,

And glory days from high school as a Knight,

they’re gone; but there’s this campsite

and the flame’s arc

lighting up the space under the stars with sparks.

Shadows are evaporating.