Poem Category: All

In the mirror
my dripping raincoat …
a spider from one pocket.

On the mirror
a fly crawls over
the fruit bowl’s apple.

In the mirror
the time in the hour-glass
before it was turned.

Cave drips
spreading ripples
empty of light.

In the mirror
a light globe swinging
with the cat’s green eyes.

In the mirror
the peep of the tots
from our bedroom door.

Braiding blonde tresses
Laurel steps from
her cheval mirror.