Reflections… #Poetry

Image by Hands off my tags! Michael Gaida from Pixabay 

Am I that man, looking back from the mirror?
The one that follows me in every shop window.
The one in the puddle looking up at me.
I step into puddle, breaking the image.
I didn’t feel it. Will it change anything?
Walking along the pavement
passing a row of cars
He is there, in every window, watching me.
Something is wrong, for a second the image shimmers
as if trying to get away, to break free.
I wonder, am I the reflection of the man in the mirror?


Anita feels better today and just wrote todays poem. I love reflections!

MLMM ~ Wordle #227 ~ #Poetry

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Oeillade, that sudden glance
across the supermarket aisle
Reminding me to buy some roses.
Disturbed by his blue eyes.
I was reminded of the beady eyed stare of a raven.
On reflection, I feel sure he was trying to be romantic.
I had my hand on a tin of treacle.
For mum, she didn’t ask for much.
I was more than willing
to put her shopping in with mine
I would accumulate the extra points.
Nearing the tills, I could hear a torrent of rain,
Hitting the large glass panels of Tesco’s windows
I had no rainwear whatsoever with me.
For a moment,
I embody the oncoming thunderstorm.
My sudden mood soon passed.
Catching my reflection in the glass
dark mirror, returning the sacred in me…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Stepping Back… #Poetry

Image by Peter H from Pixabay

Stepping Back

The road ahead is long, hard to walk alone
The world has eclipsed my mind
I am swallowed by darkness
The black hole reaches for me
Dragging my senses to its upside-down way of being
The mirror shows me walking away
I never see my face
The food on my plate is raw, never cooked
I am living in a nightmare
Rain runs up, the way it does when driving a car
Fascinating, but no place to live
I need to find a way out
Step back, keep stepping backwards
Until I reach the beginning
Discover that missing step…

© anita dawes 2020

Mirror… #Poetry


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What do you see when you look in the mirror?

Is it the many other parts of you?

Is it the shadow of your childhood

standing behind you?

How many of those young dreams

still beat inside your heart?

Does the grey hair remind you

of the inevitable?

Old dreams become new,

you no longer look for yesterday…


#Writephoto ~ Mirror

Thursday photo prompt: Mirror #writephoto

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The image shows green trees that ring a still pool. The sun shines brightly through the branches, casting a perfect reflection…and on the surface of the water, rainbows dance.


Have the spirit of the trees

Fallen in love with their image

As narcissus did long ago?

Are we beguiled by the perfect twin

Looking back from the mirror surface?

Place your hand on the cool green water

See your image distort, fragment

What effect does this have

On the still face above?