| If you've lost a shadow, sir, Just come and visit me. I pick up all the broken ones While sitting by the sea. |  Illustration © 2016 Chris Riddell |
They float across the freezing waves,
They come at dead of night.
And by the time they reach these shores
They’ve lost the will to fight.
I see them buck, I see them heave
I see them crest and crown,
If only I could save them all
But now I can’t climb down.
You see, I lost my body here
A thousand years ago
So if you find it buried near,
Please kindly let me know.
For I am just a shadow, sir,
A shadow of myself.
I wish I hadn’t spent my time
Collecting earthly wealth.
Poem © 2016 Dom Conlon
Illustration © 2016 Chris Riddell
They come at dead of night.
And by the time they reach these shores
They’ve lost the will to fight.
I see them buck, I see them heave
I see them crest and crown,
If only I could save them all
But now I can’t climb down.
You see, I lost my body here
A thousand years ago
So if you find it buried near,
Please kindly let me know.
For I am just a shadow, sir,
A shadow of myself.
I wish I hadn’t spent my time
Collecting earthly wealth.
Poem © 2016 Dom Conlon
Illustration © 2016 Chris Riddell
Illustration © 2016 Chris Riddell
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