Sunday, March 25, 2012
New Poem: The Artifice of Mirrors, posting for Magpie Tales and Beyond...
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The Artifice of Mirrors
Look then at how each unanswered
Question appears in mirrored eyes
I should never doubt you, oval-rimmed
That you are wordless belies the war
In my heart.
To love Self or not to love her
To hide away, to set her free
From the gilded cage of artifice
Where she sings alone all the nights
Being shines back
Like the moon refracting the suns of time
I brush my hair from my brow
She follows suit.
But whose tear is it that runs
The furrow of the cheek?
Have I cast myself
Like a horse caught under a fence
Within the shadows of the mirror?
A reflected and refracting inquiry
Cannot resolve within the mind—
Then turn away; volition
In his long cloak
Has found honey in the garden.
copyright Jenne' R. Andrews 2012