This antique mirror doesn't feed
my confidence. Its concave surface
reveals some magic tricks
due to a red reflection. Some hair curlers
and the irons are there to fancy
some underclothing -
your swimmers strap underwear
and her bust body underwear slips.
‘Tis a new style.
I feel anguish when I touch
the push-pull-rotate door locks
of the bathroom. The picture
of an antique statue
is hidden in between
all those things. She enters
the mirror to kiss you
every time you gaze upon yourself
in the mirror
and start shaving. Like a jelly candy
seems to be her lipstick
on that silver, but
I don't want to taste it. Means bitterness for me
this fantasy of yours. These compressed
shapes of smiling lips look like isoquants, or like
indifference curves. I want
to leave you.
What do you think?
When I wash it, the water
that drips from this mirror
looks like the crimson blood. Scary
optical illusions split the reality
into two variants through my woe
to create a much looser
and less direct relationship
between us than ever. You
live for your comfort
and versatility. You cannot change it.
Copyright © Marieta Maglas. All rights reserved.
Wow amazing dark awesome wording n phrasing! Kudos 4 a great poem, warm wishes. :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can read in the lines the pain and hurt of a broken trust, causing bitterness, spoiling the uniqueness. Staying any longer in such situation may seem an approach that is least hard on ourselves, but quite often it just causes cumulative pain, that worsens with time. Sometimes it is better to start anew early. Positive thinking may really help in meeting the right partner. I may have it completely wrong, Marieta, my interpretation may be completely out but these were the feelings and thoughts that the poem provoked in me. I think it is a wonderful write with the use of strong images; the reader cannot but being moved deeply after reading it.