Mirror Mirror on the Wall

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Instructions:

1) Write a poem or short vignette using the picture featured in this post as your inspiration. Feel free to take the image to use for your post. 

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I stand before a mirror
that should cast a reflection
of myself
only to show the back of me
or the back of someone else
Is the mirror the one which
plays the trick
by eliminating
your view
the mouth the brow the nose
perhaps
it’s just your thoughts
deceiving you
for what we sometimes look at
is not always as it seems
black tailored suit
raven hair cut short
and wavy at the
back but can I tell
you something that you may be
surprised to hear
what isn’t shown encompassed
within
the frame you see
are the secrets I have lived
with the guilt
the shame
throughout the years
yet this is the way that
I am perceived
how I’m looked
at every day but there is
so much more to me
I’m not called John but Fay

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I found this one really difficult – and welcome critique. Thank you.

Not only mirrors

You think you know me,

you think you do

double sided mirror

you see me I can’t see you

 

You think you know my feelings

what frightens me to my core

no you don’t know me

not now or anymore

 

I can’t see your face, do you see my stare

was what I thought we had ever really there

complete I was, I was once was whole

you took advantage, you broke my soul

 

With force I strike this glass you see

and shattered crystals hit the ground

slivers which once were me

lie broken all around

 

Shall you pick up the shreds

or simply sweep them up

will you re-assemble me

or will you just give up

 

Pick up a shard that’s if you dare

be careful not to bleed

let me grow with you once more

as water does for seed

 

What’s your routine in the morning?

Today as I opened my sleepy eyes & thought its best I get ready for my day, I lay for a second or two longer and thought…same old routine… Which led me to think a little more…does everyone stick to the same routine day in & day out? I realise those with young children would have a different regime than I but it wouldn’t it be nice to do something just a little different?

  • Alarm by way of my mobile rings out its glorious wake up tune next to me (though some mornings I need a 21 gun salute to do the job)
  • Me ‘Ugh’ time to get up (do I really have too? Just another 5 minutes my inner self tells me).
  • Press off stupid, annoying, inconsiderate alarm (look at time & realise I don’t have just another 5 minutes).
  • Feet onto floor, slippers on and grab dressing gown (yes the mornings are still cold over here).
  • Open draw to retrieve knickers and bra (wouldn’t it be nice not to have to bother occasionally?)
  • Stagger with eyes half open to the en-suite and turn the heater on (I don’t like the cold).
  • Still staggering into the family room & put main heater for the house on (Damn didn’t put the timer on).
  • Toilet time (ok so no need for details here).
  • Open shower door, turn on taps, wait…wait..dressing gown off, singlet and knickers off, slippers kicked off (Not the time to look in the mirror).
  • Weigh myself (Scary but necessary ..it’s a ritual I do every morning..tells me if I can or cannot eat for the day).
  • Step into shower..damn it’s hair wash day again ( yep every 2nd day it’s the wash).
  • Shower shampoo, conditioner (shave any necessary bits that have been left purposefully unattended due to the weather being cold and I’m pretty much covered up any-ways).
  • Grab specific hair drying towel and wrap head in turban. Grab body towel – larger & commence the onerous process of drying every nook & cranny (believe me it is a process).
  • Out of shower, bra and knickers (yes clean) are donned & back goes the dressing gown for warmth (I really do not like the cold).
  • Stares at the face looking back at me in the mirror (not a pretty sight) .
  • Cleans and flosses teeth (fresh mouth starts to wake me up).
  • Grabs make-up bag to start the arduous task at hand of applying the face (seems to be getting a longer process with every year).
  • Concealer, foundation, eye liner, mascara, lipstick (looking more human now..oh to be one of those women who have the flawless complexion without a scrap of anything applied).
  • Walk into robe & decide what to wear for the day (Melbourne weather…need to be prepared for anything)
  • Dress, put shoes on (thankfully only a 5 minutes decision whether it’s pants or dress, or skirt & top).
  • Back into en-suite for the ‘doo’ to be created (well not so much created just done & look reasonable)
  • Turban ripped off, grab hair-dryer and brush, squirt product & shimmy through hair (have to get some sort of body into it).
  • Pick up bra & knickers from floor which sometimes have looped themselves over the handle of the vanity unit (not done on purpose but I’m still amazed I have done it)
  • Toss said items into laundry basket (hmm & look at the insurmountable load that needs washing).
  • Into kitchen grab a drink and take the 100mg of aspirin (if I remember..to ward off arthritis pain).
  • Yell good-bye to daughter (that is if she is out of bed).
  • Get into car for the drive to work (wishing that it was a Saturday or a Sunday…or that I didn’t have to work at all!).
  • My day has begun (the routine is over till the next day that is).

Tomorrow I have a day off work.

BUT Maybe on Monday I shall put the radio on REAL LOUD and dance around the kitchen …just to change it up a bit… you know Gangnam  style…maybe..

 

PIC COURTESY OF GOOGLE

Dance it up Gangnam

 

 

 

 

 

It HAS to be the week-end when you feel you are out of your routine.. last Saturday Mr S and I were walking around the Supermarket and a Van Morrison song was playing. I started to dance down the isle (not gangnam but definately not walking) An older gentleman was walking towards us..and I thought “Nup I’m not going to stop”. He had the broadest grin on his face and said to Mr S as we passed. “You’ve got a good one there”.. to which Mr S laughed and said “I know & (hand motioning that I’d had a drink or 2)..which I hadn’t , we all laughed.. so yes BRING ON THE WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!!!!

The evil me comes out.

Walking in – scanning the racks, “Black linen pants where are you”?

Disgruntled – “Pfft” no where to be seen, so grabbed another 2 styles 2 sizes of each. 8 and a 10.

Attendant “How many do you have”?

“I have 4”, smiling through gritted teeth.

Inside head “Can’t she count”?

Hands me the plastic number, and tells me if I need any help to let her know.

Inside head “Yes, she’s doing her job but I have walked around for 3 hours trying to find these stupid pants, and I have blisters on my feet – wore the wrong shoes and my temper is fraying &  I’m quite capable of choosing my own clothes and my own size thank you… let me pass or I’m liable to throw myself on the floor right here and throw a tantrum”.

Into change room, strip off jeans and uncomfortable shoes – Inside head “Someone bring me a drink  & a bean bag to flop in pleease , damn shoes!”

Small room with 4 mirrors and bright lights. Bending over to put leg in pants, “Hello wrinkly knees, you look worse from this angle”.

Oops scared the hell out of myself as a caught a glimpse of my naked rear in the mirror behind me.

Inside head “So that what it looks like from that angle”.

Pull up, do zip, do buttons and they hang.

Next size down pull up, do zip, do buttons and the pockets are pulling – too tight.

Inside head  “Why the hell don’t they make a 9 ?? I’m a 9 for gawds sake, not an 8 not a 10 but a nine!

Leave dressing room. Attendant smiling “So how did you go”?

I glance, I smile, no…no thank you.

Inside head “Do YOU really care”?

Inside head “I need a size 9, I have wrinkly knees, my arse isn’t at all how I remembered.”

Yes ladies how much do we love shopping!