House of mirrors,
my world captured.
Spins me round
reflection fractured.
Calliope music
filling my head,
no way out,
reality shreds.
Crazy boxed world,
madly whirling.
I try to think,
thoughts are curling.
Carnival air
caresses my face,
I check my mirror...
Just in case.
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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. |
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Author Notes
Thanks to RRusk for the perfect illustration.
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