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Smoke and Mirrors
You chase them
Like dreams
Soft tendrils of smoke caressing the air
Delighting
Like a child
At how they hang
Floating
Gently twisting and turning
Seemingly effortlessly
Before your eyes
Their beauty
Whispering
Almost inaudibly
Of potential.
Desperately
But quiescent
in self consciousness
You echo their dance
Or at least try to
Tentatively at first
Shy but
Calculated
Memorising movement
And practising
Stiffly
In front of the mirror
while no one is watching.
Am watching
This well-worn jacket you wear
Old man
Sighing
deeply
as it settles onto your shoulders
Rejoicing in the fit (with a few well-placed snips)
And the feel
as you dance
Preening the fibres
Admiring colour
Is as real as the emperor
Who wore it before you.
Like dreams
Soft tendrils of smoke caressing the air
Delighting
Like a child
At how they hang
Floating
Gently twisting and turning
Seemingly effortlessly
Before your eyes
Their beauty
Whispering
Almost inaudibly
Of potential.
Desperately
But quiescent
in self consciousness
You echo their dance
Or at least try to
Tentatively at first
Shy but
Calculated
Memorising movement
And practising
Stiffly
In front of the mirror
while no one is watching.
Am watching
This well-worn jacket you wear
Old man
Sighing
deeply
as it settles onto your shoulders
Rejoicing in the fit (with a few well-placed snips)
And the feel
as you dance
Preening the fibres
Admiring colour
Is as real as the emperor
Who wore it before you.
Published 14th Apr 2018
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14th Apr 2018 11:19pm
25th Apr 2018 1:28pm
A familiar pattern of behaviour, I sense, being passed down through the ages with this jacket. But there's a deeper meaning to this story I feel. Is it that the mirror's reflection is only a smokescreen to what is reality? An engaging read certainly.
