At one of my school visits last month, the kids who walked in front of the crowd while the projector was going did what came naturally–they made shadow puppets.
Here’s a lovely poem by Mary Cornish…
Hand Shadows by Mary Cornish
My father put his hands in the white light
of the lantern, and his palms became a horse
that flicked its ears and bucked; an alligator
feigning sleep along the canvas wall leapt up
and snapped its jaws in silhouette, or else
a swan would turn its perfect neck and drop
a fingered beak toward that shadowed head
to lightly preen my father’s feathered hair.
Anastasia Suen has?today’s Poetry Friday roundup?at her Poetry Blog– enjoy!