Mirrored Reflection, a poem by Verona Jones at Spillwords.com

Mirrored Reflection

Mirrored Reflection

written by: Verona Jones

@VeronaJ57

 

Shimmering image slowly appears
tracing ancient runes that glimmer.
Inside a gilded mirror frame adheres
with fingers trembling to finest silver.

Tracing ancient runes that glimmer
mounted in the center smooth as silk.
With fingers trembling to finest silver
glass icy to the touch bespeaks its ilk.

Mounted in the center smooth as silk,
I know not whose power it obeys.
Glass icy to the touch it bespeaks it ilk,
there’s a woman inside its frozen gaze.

I know not whose power it obeys,
quicksilver blue eyes clamped closed.
There’s a woman inside its frozen gaze,
staring with my eyes my soul exposed.

Quicksilver blue eyes clamped closed,
not a hint of womanly softness motions
staring with my eyes my soul exposed.
An Ivory statue barricaded from emotions

not a hint of womanly softness motions.
“You’re not me” I whisper as the mirror teases,
staring with my eyes my soul exposed.
Angry I shatter the glass into pieces,

“You’re not me” I whisper as the mirror teases.
Inside a gilded mirror frame adheres,
angry I shatter the glass into pieces,
shimmering image slowly appears.

Verona Jones

Verona Jones

Verona loves to write dark poetry, horror and speculative fiction short stories. She also loves to weave her love for the paranormal and supernatural into her stories. Verona has a BA in English and a Masters in Creative Writing. She is a proud member of the Horror Writer's Association (HWA) and Horror Author's Guild (HAG).
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