are their own shadows disappearing
into the fog of the years ahead, their whispers
voice shadows sucked into the unknown.
has a way of saving the past, her leather
album where her shadow falls across the page:
her innocent pastime, her moments of love,
the feller your mother thinks you are,
never sighing when you can sing, laughing
with the world that laughs with you.
know nothing of Nin, her footprints washed
away by the sea swilling in from the west, across
the reaches of the Atlantic where the great liners
mary, Queen Elizabeth, ghost containers, ply
the ocean, with the rich and famous – not drowned
but swallowed in the shadows of their own histories
has her autograph book to make her catch
as the ship rolls, tosses her into the arms of
Eroll Flynn. The next roll she is caught by
Farr, passed to H.G. Wells and A.J. Cronin
the Duke of Windsor, Eleanor Roosevelt, their
signatures longer-lasting than shadows on the sand.