The mirror
The mirror reflects the beast is inside it.
Inside the mirror the beast reflects,
On ideas inside reflective retrospection.
Reflect reflexive reflux.
Unburden the beast
From the mirror on its side.
Beasted prisms
-open mouthed,
Cavernous cat calling, flea bags .
Black shades of night undeterred by the mirror at that angle.
Pages of bondage erotica famish the interior of the beast within.
This mirror shatters,
splinters shriek for a second too long to be assumed as straight.
Queer in the way they lay askance humming for a low light to see inside the shade.
Hecklers shadier than souls of migrated slaves left behind in the mines.
Mine’s more saintly that Mary Magdelean and her merry consorts.
Inside the mirror comes an ideology in pursuit,
In vain it pursues the ideal mirror come -ingly
Humming birds make cuckoos cower and tall trees suppress air ,sneering inwards.
Deforestation is a reflection of the soul of the beast
This is our true form.
Humans are the beasts of nature.
A crystallized form of sin
A loss of the last glimmer of humanity.
*Inspired by reading ‘Reading experiment’ by Hazel Smith. Chapter one- Introductory strategies
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Posted on Apr 26, 2022, in POETRY and tagged Creative Writing, Emotions, humanity, Humans, Nature, poems, POETRY, Stream of consciousness, writing prompts. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
“Humans are the beasts of nature.
A crystallized form of sin”
Those are brilliant lines, my friend.
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Really? Oh my! Thank you. I’m re starting my final year at uni. And I picked up a couple of writing books to get me in ‘ the writing mood’. Thank you for the support. Have a great day,Rob. Catch up with you soon! Namaste!
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