Behold!
A vision of elegance,
her a shimmering coat,
stands before me.
The mirror,
that sly magician,
has gifted me
a glimpse of greatness—
She moves as I move,
a dance of perfect symmetry.
Her gaze is piercing and golden.
I raise a paw—
she mirrors me,
Then, like a shadow,
she vanishes.
Where has she gone?
Oh, wait.
She’s back. Clever.
Very clever.
But I shall not be outwitted.
This game of illusions
grows tiresome.
With a regal flick of my tail,
I leave her behind,
knowing the mirror cannot hold
the majesty of me.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem concerning you, or someone, and a mirror. Make it humerous or serious; make it structured or free verse, but keep it brief. Use the mirror as a metaphor in anyway you desire. |
Author Notes
Picture: my orange tabby Suri looking at herself in the mirror
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