I LOOKED INTO THE MIRROR’S GAZE
AND BEFORE ME I DID SEE
EYES….SO, SO FRIGHTENING…
STARING BACK AT ME

WHO WAS BEING REFLECTED,
I DIDN’T RECOGNISE THE FACE
THEN WITH DAWNING HORROR
THE FEATURES I DID TRACE

MY EYES SLOWLY WANDERED
FROM FOREHEAD TO POINTED CHIN
AND AS I TRIED TO BACK AWAY,
I WAS INSTANTLY ****** IN

UNTIL I WAS STARING OUTWARD,
FROM THE MIRROR TO THE WORLD
THE LAUGHING FIGURE STARING INWARD,
FLEW AWAY, WINGS UNFURLED.

BLAME ME FOR WHAT HAPPENED,
BLAME ME FOR MY PLIGHT
HOW DID I KNOW ‘TWAS MAGIC,
LOOKING IN THE MIRROR AT NIGHT?

AM I FOREVER DOOMED THIS WAY,
IS THERE A POSSIBLE ESCAPE?
CAPTURED BY A SCARING LOOK
FROM A CREATURE IN A CAPE

SO, HERE I AM A PRISONER,
‘TIL ANOTHER DARES LOOK IN
I COULD ONLY WISH IT BE
THE ONE WITH THE POINTED CHIN

I HAVE TO THINK QUITE DEEPLY,
SURELY I COULD FREE MYSELF WITH EASE
FOR HOW ABOUT YOU, DEAR READER,
LOOK INTO THE TRICKY MIRROR,  PLEASE?

Do you ever get a feeling,

of something not quite right?

That an adventure’s going to happen

and maybe tonight’s the night.

As the feeling grows inside you

almost too much to bear

you shy at your own long shadow,

then suddenly it’s not there….

You feel magic all around you,

touching the hairs on your skin,

whatever fate has stored for you

you wish it would simply begin.

The air crackles with foreboding

as forked lightning strikes outside,

you hear thunder in the heavens

but there’s nowhere near to hide,

You stare at the copper lantern

you polished a few seconds ago,

as you rubbed three times, you wished a wish

Can you remember it?  I Do Hope So!!

Come.., let me paint you a mental picture,

there’s a room, with a window and door,

there inside,  a lost and broken man,

with head in hands, sat down on the floor.



A table, looming large, takes centre stage

it’s full of papers, cast hastily about,

and as his eyes gaze sorrowfully on them,

he starts to cry, when he really wants to shout



He wants to shout out loud in his anguish

he wants to scream, and blame it on fate,

he’d taken a gamble and lost all that mattered

one roll of the dice, meant it was much too late.



His love was gone, and never returning

she was gone, taking his heart in her hands

she was so tired of his broken promises,

leaving him alone, with their two golden bands.



Come..., let me paint you a mental picture,

as hope rising, he stares at the door,

and there she was, his love and anchor

One last chance, he whispers,  just one chance more!!

Your love surrounds me, keeps me whole

makes me feel I have a loving soul

which responds to you like a moth to flame

tell me, my love, do you feel the same?



Do you think of me in your every hour?

do you long for my touch, without which you’d expire?

do you find yourself wondering ‘what shall I do?’

if my love is not there, tell me, do you think this too?



If love is not sure,  if there is doubt,

if your love is absent, do you search about

for the reason inside you, are you the source

of the eternal question, ‘Do you love me?’……..  answer ‘Yes, of course’.

One and one are always two, and two and two makes four, so

who said that three was more than two, and less by one than four?

who said the bird was on the wing, who told you names of everything?

who told you this and that was true, you just accepted didn’t you?





So, the sky is there above your head, the ground is where your feet do tread,

the dog, the cat, the horse, the mouse, the car, the bus, the street, the house,

all have names you learn quite young, your voice doth talk, you sing and you’ve sung

of all the knowledge gained to pass on, Who told it first, Who was the first one?

The rain is falling……so hard,  so fast

hard to imagine that it won’t last

it soaks all it touches….,plants bow to the weight

of moisture on leaves,  tho’  for some,  is it too late?





Thors’ hammer is thundering…..sounding so near

grumbling and groaning, spreading it’s fear

Just as suddenly it’s over, the sun’s showing it’s face

through the dark clouds ….is this somehow a race?

or a competition to find the one who does best

at making us wonder what's coming next…..





Because the rain… it’s falling, so hard…. so fast

crying real tears?  has it somehow come last?

Hard to describe, this pain in my side,

left lower back, when it chooses to attack,

always the same , it’s almost a game,

of pain and tears, nearly shouting in fear

that it’ll never cease, ever leave me in peace,

It’s a knife twisting, you know? Please make it go

So I take to my bed, nearly out of my head….

No moving like that, flat on your back,

TV on and stare, at the daily programmes there,

on offer for you, as you stick like glue

to your bed for a week, in your task to seek

a way of holding your head, to hear what’s said,

about House Sales, and Attic’s,  Cash, and Antiques

Switch off your mind, just stare blankly and find

a way to con the brain, not to feel pain

soon you go numb, maybe just playing dumb ,

the pain eases to bearable, not even swearable,

like toothache it lingers, as you **** with your fingers

but better that way, surely than it was yesterday

and tomorrow?,  we’ll see, maybe switch off the TV?