Does a mirror show the truth?
I could be a girl for all I know,
Or look like one at least.
Might be so ugly,
Or very handsome.
A monster
Or Tom Cruise.
That mirror
Like a television
May have a life
Of its own.
So if that glare
Should ever be switched off
(For any reason)
Then my real image
May resurface:
A scabby, gargoyle horror
Mutated
From atomic war.
Or, some radiant beauty,
Freed from the mirror’s
Shining cell.
Mirrors!
Paul Butters
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 1:53 AM UTC
Does a mirror show the truth?
I could be a girl for all I know,
Or look like one at least.
Might be so ugly,
Or very handsome.
A monster
Or Tom Cruise.
That mirror
Like a television
May have a life
Of its own.
So if that glare
Should ever be switched off
(For any reason)
Then my real image
May resurface:
A scabby, gargoyle horror
Mutated
From atomic war.
Or, some radiant beauty,
Freed from the mirror’s
Shining cell.
Mirrors!
Paul Butters
(C) 2011. Inspired by a poem by Phantom, which included a reference to mirrors.
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