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The Lady In The Mirror
There once was a lady
who became trapped in a mirror
her vanity her down fall
she needed a wake up call.
Believing she was sheer perfection
one day while primping and preening
she was sucked into a portal of darkness
stuck behind the looking glass
for being in love with her own likeness.
Where she could no longer
see her reflection
this was fortunate for her
for in this realm her face was hideous
just like her insidious nature.
She could still gaze at the world
through the mirror
groaning inside herself
at all the beautiful men and women she saw there.
It shone their beauty within
while she remained a thin
wraith of herself.
She would tap and scream
at the looking glass
hoping to get there attention
but they never heard her or saw her reflection.
Then one day
a man saw what he thought was a phantom
after a thousand years trapped
true beauty in the lady had manifested.
The man fell in love with the lovely phantom
gently kissed the mirror and freed her
her former vain self would have seen him as unbecoming
but gazing at his soul from the other side of the mirror
she saw him as handsome.
He told her he had dreamed of such a lass
for what seemed like forever
a true beauty from within and without.
Her vanity left behind in the darkness
she was finally in love
no longer enamored by her own likeness.
who became trapped in a mirror
her vanity her down fall
she needed a wake up call.
Believing she was sheer perfection
one day while primping and preening
she was sucked into a portal of darkness
stuck behind the looking glass
for being in love with her own likeness.
Where she could no longer
see her reflection
this was fortunate for her
for in this realm her face was hideous
just like her insidious nature.
She could still gaze at the world
through the mirror
groaning inside herself
at all the beautiful men and women she saw there.
It shone their beauty within
while she remained a thin
wraith of herself.
She would tap and scream
at the looking glass
hoping to get there attention
but they never heard her or saw her reflection.
Then one day
a man saw what he thought was a phantom
after a thousand years trapped
true beauty in the lady had manifested.
The man fell in love with the lovely phantom
gently kissed the mirror and freed her
her former vain self would have seen him as unbecoming
but gazing at his soul from the other side of the mirror
she saw him as handsome.
He told her he had dreamed of such a lass
for what seemed like forever
a true beauty from within and without.
Her vanity left behind in the darkness
she was finally in love
no longer enamored by her own likeness.
Published 10th Oct 2011
| Edited 15th Oct 2011
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10th Oct 2011 7:47pm
are u making a comment on this individuals nature "the woman" that she is very selfish, in the sense that she loves herself, her physical beauty to the extent that she loses herself eventually because of her trait?
what exactly is the reference to the wraith?
what exactly is the reference to the wraith?
ty for such a beautiful comment..yes you got the poem perfectly..I meant wraith as a ghost of herself..ty for the read and lovely comment..peace Crim :)
10th Oct 2011 8:18pm
I just like to read other peoples thoughts and feelings-I love the melancholy tone-U get the reader to feel sorry for the character at one point...well I think that what makes it good XD
10th Oct 2011 10:28pm
it's a good story of learning to see beyond the superficial. some people need extreme circumstances to see into themselves or those around them. I know many who I would like to throw into the mirror world for a very loong time.
the poem reads as prose-poetry to me. nothing wrong with that, as "a ghost at my door" is prose poetry. it seems to me you could expand this into a short story and have her draw others into the mirror with her who appear beautiful on the outside, but who she sees that need a cleansing of their souls. jj
the poem reads as prose-poetry to me. nothing wrong with that, as "a ghost at my door" is prose poetry. it seems to me you could expand this into a short story and have her draw others into the mirror with her who appear beautiful on the outside, but who she sees that need a cleansing of their souls. jj
ty JJ I love getting comments from you..you brighten my day..you made me laugh with the idea of you throwing people in the mirror..put a big smile on my face..interesting idea about expanding it into a short story where she has the power to drag the shallow in with her to share her fate..ty again for such a thoughtful comment..peace Crim :)
Anonymous
12th Oct 2011 2:37am
I wish I was capable of writing such a masterpiece! :)
Sorry Crim, been busy lately...but I am back!
Sorry Crim, been busy lately...but I am back!
14th Oct 2011 6:48pm
Ty Maikeru such a heart felt comment coming from you..you write masterpieces everday..A real poet I admire..peace Crim :)
Anonymous
18th Nov 2011 2:55am
unfortunately there are sad soles that are so vein like this and to bad they dont get sucked in too lol Great writing
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