By Jamie O’Halloran
Shadow is what they see,
but not really. How can one see
hiding? Because that’s what shadow does:
blankets an object with the absence of light.
Shadow is a game of going in and out,
a seat swinging, child’s voice.
Shadow’s what doctors call
I don’t know.
Copyright O’Halloran 2022
Jamie O'Halloran is an American-Irish poet living in the West of Ireland. Her Corona Connemara and Half a Crown won 2nd place in the 2021 Fool for Poetry International Chapbook Competition and will be published in May. She was the 2021 Artist in Residence at Brigit’s Garden in Galway and is the recipient of a 2021 Agility Award from the Arts Council. Her poems can be found most recently in Crannóg, One Hand Clapping, Skylight 47, The Night Heron Barks and the Dedalus Press anthology Local Wonders. Jamie’s poetry reviews can be found in The Laurel Review, LitPub, and The Tupelo Quarterly. She has a Master’s in Creative Writing from the University of Washington.
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