Monday, 26 December 2011

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror.

You watch me dissecting myself
In scalpel-sharp sunlight
Falling into your smooth surface,
Cool and silent as a summer lake.

You have eyes everywhere,
Concealed in shop windows
And polished chrome plate.
Puddles stare upwards,
A wide smile hides
In the side of a wine glass.

You let me bathe in visible radiation
A narcissistic prisoner
Caught in your glassy gaze
Appraising familiar features.

Yet you never answer my question.



I wrote this one a few years ago in response to a task set at a workshop at the Writers' Summer School at Swanwick in Derbyshire

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