The Mirror


I’m having that dream again

Filthy glass encased in

An art nouveau prison

Hairline fracture and

A curiously large shard missing

Army green eyes aim their crosshairs

At target completely unknown

I reach out with cautious hands

To gently wipe away the

Blue turned to grey

Frustrated at the deep dirt

I strike the mirror with my palm

A hairline crack creeps downwards

Nothing works

The glass insists on teasing me

I punch it causing it to shatter

Another crack

Another shard falls

I wake up with a start

Art nouveau frame hugs a

Gleaming mirror basking

In the new day’s sunlight

Birds distant song and the

Whisper of the trees

Soothe my already calm mind

The glass is clear

No cracks

Or gash inducing shards

Oh weary dreams how

You taunt me with opaque nonsense

What are you insistent on revealing

Suddenly it becomes clear

Like the glass in my real-time view

My videogame discs are

Scattered around like shards

Scratched as though cracked

Need to be cleaned and

Placed in the safety of their cases

Copyright © 2022 Sharon Lawson™ All Rights Reserved


6 thoughts on “The Mirror

  1. This truly is a masterful verse. I have read and reread many times now and will do so many times over. Mouse, so many of your works stand out to me and for so many reasons. However, this may well be my favourite. Beautiful channeling of dark energy, with one eye upon the light and a clear line of sight. Bravo.

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    1. That means so much to me Lion thank you. It’s at first glance gloomy but as you said, has an eye on the light. This piece appeared from nowhere and I’m pleased I emptied it onto paper. And thrilled it’s your favourite 💖

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