Friday, August 24, 2007

Snow White, Rose Red & Ashen Grey

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I see a dark shadow fall?
Underlining the upward curve of my eye,
Draws a weary, burdened sigh.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why does that frown so often crawl?
An invisible weight,
Who stained the virgin slate?

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Whither went the rosy doll?
Why the paling countenance?
There prevails a constant wince.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
I don’t recognize her at all,
Bereaved of golden sunshine,
Grey ashes and youth entwine.

1 comment:

Shreez said...

love the play of words...