Shadows

Shadows as the title insinuates splits open and lays bare the frightening vision of humanity the heart of man depressed a veritable inferno in which there is little to be enjoyed and everything to be endured as all is vanity a gnawing emptiness. Nothing is but what it seems. Simple but without being simplistic there is in the damp climate of Doh's poetry broken promises displaced emotional centres a pervading sense of doom of impending disaster and a total helplessness reminiscent of Plato's proverbial mythical cave in which all reality is but shadow devoid of substance with the observer chained to the walls of his feelings beliefs and unfulfilled ambitions. The second section 'Celebration' is however a source of warmth of light the sun's rays in an otherwise damp and and dark collection.