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