the little mirror
at the bottom of the lucky dip barrel
shammed
the usual reflections
a shocked Wendy
- tempest tossed
from Peter Pan wings into
some underground fantasy -
transformed into one
of several
dysfunctional
black cut outs
configured from
some Shakespearean rhapsody
her Wendy mirror
dammed
(and damned?)
her usual reflections
Now it lurks in pride of place
on the top shelf
of her wardrobe
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10 comments:
I actually enjoyed the frenzy (or is that just me?).... Some wicked lines to
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.
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.
what a twist on the original story...well done!
growing up isnt always fun and despite our attempts. changing dresses cannot really catch the changing phases of the self.intriguing poem.
Poor Wendy. It wasn't such a lucky dip.
K
A very unique twist to this story!
Intriguing 'other world' you've made here...
Cleverly, you speak to the deception of mirrors. Their return images are never a true reflection of the one who stands before them. Never.
That's where I'd put it Gemma. Her mirror betrayed her big time.
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