The mirror

Inside the mirror

stars cast like glitter on a velvet sheet,

Mars glinting like a ruby at dusk,

a fox picking its way across fresh snow,

leaving an alphabet of footprints.

A cormorant waiting with the patience of stone

on the rocks at Carbis Bay,

a black taxi crawling like a polished beetle,

up Oxford street,

an empty bus shelter on The Broadway,

beneath sullen,grey skies.

One Response to “The mirror”

  1. I absolutely love the line, “A cormorant waiting with the patience of stone”. It describes perfectly how a cormorant sits perfectly still on a rock. You have used “name it” to great effect in this poem. Well done!

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