Mirror Image
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Mirror Image

The mirror was old,
not antique
just old.
Perhaps that was the reason
it didn’t seem quite right,
didn’t seem to reflect
me as I expected.
I looked harder.

I could see my surroundings
reflected as I thought they were,
the curtains and the colours,
the lamp standing naked
all present and correct.
But I wasn’t there.

I am here.
I know I am
and I’m looking
into the old mirror
where I should see myself
reflected
but I can’t.

I think it has swallowed me,
body and soul.






Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of 
social justice and events, places and people she has known or 
imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of 
dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 
‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a 
Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many 
publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Peach Velvet, Light Journal 
and So It Goes. Find Lynn at:
https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and 
https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/

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