Shadows at Llanbadarn
by Gillian Clarke
This is a poem of observation. It’s about watching, from an upstairs window, a kitten playing on a ladder leaning on a wall, and ‘you’ (my husband) working in the garden, while the sun slowly sank in the sky leaving the garden in shadow. It’s autumn. The days are shortening. Then ‘you’ disappear into the house. ‘Your shadow turns.’ I see only his shadow, then hear him climbing the stairs.
I’m enjoying the game of rhyme, the parallel themes of a scene and a day and a season ending. Even such a simple scene is to be relished while it lasts.