Peter Wyton has performed his poetry at festivals and arts centres in the U.K. Currently preparing for the Ledbury Poetry Festival in July.
My shadow swears he'll stick to me
Through thick and thin, but I'm convinced
That he's keeping me in the dark.
If I woke up at night, he'd be
Out on the tiles, strutting his lack
Of stuff, roaming the gloaming with
A sexy silhouette, or a
Pert penumbra, doing something
Tenebrous in the twilight zone.
Could it be murkier? Is he
Plotting to make an absolute
Spectre of himself? I'm dead against that.