Your memory grew hands from shadows,
nails which scritched along my scalp,
reminded me that your were behind,
never in front.
It didn’t matter how fast I turned.
You were always just out of sight.
A shadow clinging to my shoulders,
faded
and laughing.
Carol J Forrester - Writing and Works 
Carol, this is visceral, taunting, haunting. And brilliant. Your title is perfect, and this piece has so many layers.
wow, really, really good! the opening image of a memory growing hands from the shadows is original and powerful and absolutely pulled me in.
Shivers!
This is one of those unsettling poems… But so well written I like it despite the feeling of nightmares.
A shadow clinging is chilling ~ A good one Carol ~
I see a past love, taunting and tormenting.
Chilling? Maybe. But perhaps a bit playful too. I guess it depends on how you interpret it.
Shadows can be haunting indeed. Well written.
Hands from shadows, what a wonderful start to describe those memories that haunt us.
Love how you could interpret this in so many ways. 🙂
So many poems how we are affected by the/our shadows. Well penned!
Oh this one gave me goosebumps!! Beautifully done ❤️
Fantastic opening line: ‘Your memory grew hands from shadows’ and I love where it took you, Carol.
Oh my, this gave me a shiver!
Shadow Koan
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Oh wow, there is much between the lines here….gave me a chill. Very effective in it’s images.
Very spooky!