Another example of a poem which grew from a two word hint from Muse, this time it was the first line and it flowed quite well from there.
Shadows - 19 Feb 13
Chasing shadows
In the corridors of my mind
Ancient portraits
Hang on dusty walls
Sightless eyes stare
As I pass below
Cobwebs blow
Shaken by the wind
Of my frantic flight
To catch a fading fragment
Of a shadow
Printed on faded wallpaper
Shadows drift
Living in imaginary places
Where sunlight takes on
Colours of a dream
Still I run to catch
Shadow chasing
Thank you Muse for yet another lovely, gentle, push.
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