Thursday photo prompt Is this where I find you? Is it your resting place, where you found solace, at last? Is this your reflection, mirror of a soul forever lost to us? Have you now found peace, away from the terror of this world? Were you so impatient, or so desperate, to seek evasion, … Continue reading Mirror #writephoto
Mirror
Ascent #writephoto
Ascent Inside was a blissful, cool darkness. As we stepped in, and the heavy door closed behind us without a sound, we admired the immaculate spiral staircase, and wondered. How long would we have to wait, and, perhaps, how far would we have to climb, before meeting the master of the house? It was … Continue reading Ascent #writephoto
Reflections in a Mirror #WritersWednesday
We retrace our steps, without intention, it just happens: suddenly we see ourselves, there at that terrace, one evening, or there, along those walls, pushing our bikes. It's later at night, and the Neue Gallerie is not yet closed, we meet there, in a concert of bright lights and laughter. That was three years … Continue reading Reflections in a Mirror #WritersWednesday
An extraordinary vision… and of course her reality is… in the attic: superb! In fact, flawless
She had a way with mirrors
She tamed them with one look.
No periwinkled gape emerging, unplanned, confusing,
No fairytale abasement of princess lost and found.
She knew the score, the path, and scaling
Was her day job, to step on meek cadavers, to pursue, victorious.
Each face thought out,
Lip drawn in cupid perfection
With dervish undertones.
Eyes framed with agate offerings,
The brow? A work of art, unfurrowed and unhurried.
Regrets are someone else’s,
A sleight of mind, eclipse of hands,
And back we are, unwrinkled,
To smooth-held opinions and shifting granular sands.
Meanwhile, the portrait in the attic
Waxed crueller by the year.
#BlogMeMaybe: May I tell you something about myself?
Well, I had to do something! So here we go, thanks to Tracey... So this is Tuesday May 1, celebration of Labour in most countries, except of course in Britannia - you know, the old lady. And this is what I wanted to say, for today, about myself: as a mixture of tastes, yeah, am … Continue reading #BlogMeMaybe: May I tell you something about myself?
Of Glass & Paper 