I am a sundial
In a sunken garden.
On the days when you show your face
I bask, all those long warm hours.
You only see me when I glow,
borrowing your radiance –
but behind me, where you cannot see,
circles a cold shadow blade.
It gets longer the closer you are to leaving
and in it
are all the iron frost memories
of the days when you do not come.
© Melinda Smith
from Mapless in Underland (Ginninderra Press, 2004)