Monday, 10 April 2017

The Prompt 146 - Glass

Through a Glass Darkly

I look into the mirror,
What do I see?
Shadows of the woman
I want to be

She shimmers just out of sight,
Peeping over my shoulder.
Very faint and rather slight
A shade, a ghost, a myth.
Hair is glossy, beautiful and bright,
Tumbling around her pale face.
Eyes like diamond glints of light,
Teasingly beautiful and happy.
Behind her there are birds in flight,
She walks in beauty like the night ...

Now I've gone too far,
Caught up in a poetic moment.
So I gaze into the mirror once more
And there she is, the shadow me.
Physically we are the same,
Plain, unremarkable, sharing a face and name.
Yet she is serene, untroubled, content,
Where I am anxious, fretful and filled with doubt.
She clutches a book to her chest and smiles.
My hands are empty, dreams as yet unfulfilled.
She points the way, I must follow.

I look in the mirror,
What do I see?
Shadows of the woman
I want to be.


  1. Brilliant. I completely get this sentiment, looking in the mirror and seeing different versions of yourself. Different ones win on different days. Thank you so much for sharing with #ThePrompt x

    1. Thanks for you comment Sara and for setting such a thought provoking prompt. It certainly got me reflecting (!) on how I see myself.