Monday, 25 March 2013

A New Wendy...

the little mirror
at the bottom of the lucky dip barrel
the usual reflections

 a shocked Wendy
- tempest tossed
 from Peter Pan wings into
some underground fantasy - 
transformed into one
of several
black cut outs
configured from 
some Shakespearean rhapsody

her Wendy mirror
(and damned?)
her usual reflections

Now it lurks in pride of place
on the top shelf
of her wardrobe

Linking to:
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Open Link Monday


Aidz Giannini said...

I actually enjoyed the frenzy (or is that just me?).... Some wicked lines to

Mixi said...

This juxtaposition of conflicting words intrigued me -

"lurks in pride of place"

Is there a particular context to this piece? There's a dark undercurrent here that's interesting.

Susan said...

What a good place for it! That's my first reaction as I imagine her stressed by conflicting images of self. Then, thinking of your illustration and your longest stanza, the silhouette may be functional, but life goes on and childhood toys, illusions and joys are put away. They may all be intact when she needs them again.

Laura said...

what a twist on the original story...well done!

Abin Chakraborty said...

growing up isnt always fun and despite our attempts. changing dresses cannot really catch the changing phases of the self.intriguing poem.

Kay L. Davies said...

Poor Wendy. It wasn't such a lucky dip.

Anonymous said...

A very unique twist to this story!

Jinksy said...

Intriguing 'other world' you've made here...

Kim Nelson said...

Cleverly, you speak to the deception of mirrors. Their return images are never a true reflection of the one who stands before them. Never.

Jim said...

That's where I'd put it Gemma. Her mirror betrayed her big time.

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