Song Of Shadow

By Patricia Harris

A Reflection of the year, this is a volume of shadowy poems by the half mad poet, Patricia Harris. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fae Corps Publishing
• Release date: Dec 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393750734

Patricia Harris

Patricia Harris is a dreamer, crafter, gamer and digital artist who loves creativity in life. A half mad poet,  her writing is found all over social media and various other websites, including coffee house writers. She is a devoted mom who can be found doing a variety of art when she isn’t penning poetry and writing words. She is half of the indie publishing company Fae Corps publishing. Her collection of writings include a memoir,  children's books, and poetry. For more from Patricia, check out www.Facebook.com/mouseypoet or pattimouse.wordpress.com 

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A Volume of Poetry

Patricia Harris

Copyright © 2020 Patricia Harris

All rights reserved.

This book or any portion thereof

May not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever Without the express written permission of the publisher

Except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Some of these poems are previously published on Coffee House Writers, And a couple were in Fae Dreams.

Dedicated to those who feel stuck in the shadows...sing your truth, for you are not alone.

Most of the poems in this volume are Untitled. I separated each with a roman numeral

I

The leaves may be falling...

the cold starting to set in

the weather is changing,

bringing with it

the sadness again.

It is a time for change,

a time of harvest

a time of dreams...

but fall is not for us all.

II

The saints words

fell upon ears so deaf,

the message died

before it could be spread.

Though the message was

to love each other, people

heard only to hate.

the saints prayers came to late.

III

My dearest muse,

what has been keeping

you away? You are missed.

I have wanted to be with you

spilling ideas upon the page

like the waterfall cascading

across the rocks below.

You have been either unwilling

or perhaps unable,

to find me of late...

leaving me staring at a blank page.