Fakery : Escaping the Mirror

The music will soon cease
The trapdoor will shut without a creak
The pied piper was never a friend

The mirror was always enchanted
We have fought our way into it
to get whipped over what we desire most

The sunlight is polite
It stays behind brocades of heavy clouds
keeping away from illuminated beings

It is  the dark heat
sweltering in the trodden pavements
that now lines our thoughts

Burnt sockets
where eyes might have once
seen past the horizon of lack

An immaculate waist
A beautifully arched eyebrow
An angry sun tears at motherhood

We have picked up stray suns
that gnaw into our fabric
while we sweat

A beach album
snuffs out cheer from the lives of those
without suntan lotion

Envy eats us for breakfast
alarming us with the un-shareable
unenhanced images of our lives

Honey merely tastes like more malice
Greed branded as ambition
chews up the spaces between skin and soul

Somewhere in this voyage to One World,
our nights wade through rainforest tapestry
stripped of any fragrance

We hang on to sensory orbs
spinning past
our etched  lifelines

A giant advertisement
blots out the old sun
Give it a decent burial

From post to post let us run
Could there be somewhere
a better sun?

Goodbye to
…awkward pauses
There is always a key to depress

©Reena Prasad

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About Reena

Reena R is a poet/writer from India, currently living in Sharjah (United Arab Emirates). Her poems have been published in several anthologies and journals. She is the Destiny Poets UK's Poet of the year for 2014 and one of the editors of The Significant Anthology released in July 2015. She won awards at ‘World Union Of Poet’s’ poetry competition, 2016 and at "As You Like It International Poetry Contest’. She won the Reuel International Prize for poetry, 2018.

2 thoughts on “Fakery : Escaping the Mirror

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    ” Fakery ..” provides a heady mixture ,an intoxicating cocktail of myth and allegory swirling in the reader’s poetic tastebuds with hints of Dorian Gray and subtle undertones of Borges weaving his dissonances unobtrusively in a non-existent corner.

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