Black Shadows Dance



Black shadows


on blank white walls

to music evicted

from concert halls


Black shadows


on rainbows bleached

to singing arrested

from churches preached


Black shadows


to blood drained rhyme

to choirs beheaded

by blank white minds


Black shadows



Black shadows



Black shadows



on canvas





24 thoughts on “Black Shadows Dance

  1. interesting man….the play of color in this…black against the white in stanza 1 and 3 and then the rainbow in the middle there…in another time i would have thought this def a social commentary piece…maybe even a bit now in the face of the trayvon martin incident

  2. Shawna says:

    Oh my, how I love this, Henry.

    “to music evicted from concert halls”
    “to choirs beheaded by blank white minds”
    “on canvas cold” … Wow. I love the idea of the body as a canvas, even in death. That visual will haunt me, the demons coming to claim the lifeless. But it’s a beautiful horror you’ve painted.

  3. beautiful composition of this to the lead in image and the variation of layout – it takes the reader through the dance…beautifully penned my friend! Thank you for your kind comments and support of my words..always appreciate you! ❤ ~ Rose

  4. hedgewitch says:

    Way to make the structure and word choice echo the meaning subtly back, henry, much like point and counterpoint, or the harmony of two instruments–not that I know anything about music, but I found this extremely adroit, and like brian, it seems to carry a softly presented but firm, even chilling social statement as well.

  5. Laurie Kolp says:

    Oh, how I’ve missed you, Henry… and what a bang you’re coming back with! I’m with Shawna and Anna- very striking images/word choice.

  6. An eloquent commentary on race relations, on cruelty… and I remember that, even before the LGBTQ community embraced the rainbow, Rev. Jesse Jackson had his Rainbow/Push Coalition. The best music our country has was invented by African-Americans. They only way they could make money was by recording for Eurocentric Whites on “race records.” Then came Elvis… oy. What a crappy history we have.

    This poem sings a languid, jazzy, boppin’ tune and I love it, love it. Amy
    Some music for you, with a poem: http://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/03/20/chanteuse-deluxe-a-barlette-long-form/

  7. Henry…your presentation and playful approach only make the impact of the write that much more felt. So you…but at the same time, so universal. This blank white mind has been given much to ponder…goodness…you were missed!

  8. This has that weird sense of meaning more than the words say, but only suggest. This is a very powerful effect, and one I wish I could master. The arrangement of your words and stanzas reflect perhaps the dancing figures, so your poetry takes on an added dimension of meaning. Excellent.

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