Reflection

A poem, like a mirror
Enhances the mundane
Eithne Wright



After she cleared the table
After the dishes’ done
Looked in the broken mirror
He’d kept for shaving when
A slash of lipstick, she’d
Forgotten how it’s done
God, I can’t do this,
Look at you, the mirror
Taunted, her thoughts
Like a clown, lipfallen
She sat slowly down



Martin Swords
May 2011
Wicklow Writers