Mirror, mirror
Quite contrary
What's in you I see?
I thought the last time that I looked
The imagery was me!
But this time as I look to you,
Upon a quick inspection,
Staring back
And what I see
Cannot be "my" reflection!
You must have broken somehow...
I used to be so slim
Without a wrinkle, blemish-free...
And body fit and trim.
Where have you hidden me, I ask
And what's she doing there?
This grand imposter showing up
With grey lines through her hair!
I even flipped the mirror round,
In curiosity...
But nearly scared myself to death
For 10-fold grew did she!
I'm stomping mad and goodness knows
I've every right, you see,
The mirror I bought yesterday
Defective you must be!
I've packed you up, the box I saved,
Receipt I've found, in-tact...
So off we go to Wal-Mart
And I'll get my money back!
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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
Clip Art from Internet Images
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