my wayang theatre
new me in mirror
chamfered shade,
bevelled light
the perfumed still
life of the dressing-table
gleaming like emery
at this hour
shadowed chimes
quieted
upstairs open fire
burnt low
in our sunny two-up
two-down
in Pen-y-Bryn, but
that was long ago
like kohled broad
bean flowers
mirror in new me
all metaphors are
snagged in real flesh
rooted in real time
that never ends
The poem is worth it for this line alone:
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agreed. I also love ''kohled broad bean flowers" - described perfectly - one of my favourite vegetable flowers
ReplyDeleteThanks Myron, Efi!
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