Mirror Poem by Jacqui Broad

Narcissus,
you man of vain,
looking into the
waterpond,
wishing to see
beyond.
What is it,
you had to gain?
Myself,
is what I see,
if I look at my
reflection,
and it came to my
attention,
it's someone else
I'd rather be.
Mirror, mirror,
on the wall,
mirrors, mirrors,
everywhere I look.
In the mirrors,
mirrors of your eyes,
who is the fairest
of them all?
I look for something
you took,
before I can change
the troubling skies...
17 May '11