I mostly post my poetry first on Instagram, (unless it is a patron-exclusive poem). Then, each Sunday here on the blog, I post the poem that has got the most Insta likes.
The poems are inspired by photographs, sometimes taken by me, sometimes by others.
And now for this week's poem:
On Reflection
She turns her eyes
and in the mirror she sees herself
so small and raw,
and is divided, dismayed again
by aging body’s show.
Closing her eyes
she stays and waits
until she sees
again
how spalled face fades
fragmenting ways dissolve,
beyond the place
where soft flesh meets
the looking-glass,