This poem is my halloween offering for the year. As halloween poems go its a bit gothic, a bit creepy and totally over the top. The Sceadugengan or shadow walker is an Anglo Saxon myth of the creatures of darkness. How many of us are followed by such creatures?
Dare you look into the shadows on Halloween night?
The haunting horror is just for fun of course.

I’ll be hiding, in the shadows
when the faulty streetlights strobe,
between the bits of information
that are flying round the globe.
I’m the presence in the silence
on your telephone,
the voice that softly whispers
when you know you are alone.

You thought I’d gone forever,
at last I’d set you free,
but oh my love, you know my love
I would return one day.
I would return to claim you
and tame you after death,
I swore to you before I died
you’d face your nemesis.

I’ll be hiding, in the shadows
when the faulty streetlights strobe,
between the bits of information
that are flying round the globe.


My death, not caused by human hand
but by your will and wish.
I was surplus to your witches brew
and so you had to banish
one who loved you too intensely.
with all the love I bore
but will my decease buy you release?
Will it? Can you be sure?

I’m the swiftly moving shadow
at the corner of your eye,
the amorphous but so real threat
you cannot identify.
I’ll be hiding, in the shadows
when the faulty streetlights strobe,
between the bits of information
that are flying round the globe.