An imaginary friend?
No, I don’t think I had one
The pattern on the curtains scared me though
Rows and rows of monsters perfectly aligned
Waiting for my moment of weakness
Later, the very same curtain will become my princess veil in my daydream play
The monsters got forgotten
But still perfectly lined up
The mirror was my friend by now
There I found my safe place
A dance, a swirl, another pirouet
There I could split up the sad me from
the scared me
Danger lurks in the curtains’ folds
A dance, a pirouet, the news of my dead mother
The news that she was my real mother
The mirror was my single true friend now
Another pirouet and again one more
A perfect swirl
Wings grow on my shoulders
One fluffy stretch and I am next to her
To guide her through the mirrors
A hauntingly evocative piece that not only tingles the spine but explores our deeper,darker depths and dredges them for our visceral responses.
So good to hear from you Iulia!Clearly you have woken from your slumbers!
Thank you so warmly, dear Louis!
An exquisitely metaphoric and introspective poem.
Thank you so, so much!
An exquisite collage of vivid, childhood reminiscences–fear,elation,and recognition are all there in this well-crafted poem.
Thank you hugely, my friend!
Excellent depiction of a lone mind….loved it ..touched my heart
Thank you so warmly!