Hello, everyone! Thank you for bearing with me and my moody silence while life reverts back to normal. Strangely enough, ‘normal’ seems to include being burgled, as so many people tell me they too have been burgled over the past couple of years. Or, if they haven’t, they have lost all of their work when their computers failed spectacularly. So thank you, everyone, for cheering me up by showing me what a horrible, unfair, cold and stark world it is out there…
But today for something completely different.
I am going to submit a poem of mine for a publication, so I read ‘No Reflection’ out loud in a workshop last Saturday to get some feedback on it. Everyone thought the poem needed a bit more work (I agree!). However, opinions were divided as to whether I should include the last two lines or not. Some felt the link with Dorian Gray was too obvious and that I had already addressed it in the poem, while others felt that it really helped to frame the poem or explain it. So, my question is: what do you think? Leave in or ban forevermore?
Here is the poem once again, as it’s been quite a while since I had it up on my blog (I may be tempted to tinker with it a bit as well):
She had a way with mirrors –
she tamed them with one look.
No gape emerged, unplanned, confusing,
no fairytale abasement of princess lost and found.
She knew the path, and scaling
was her day job,
to step on meek cadavers, to pursue, victorious.
Each face thought out, with lips
drawn in cupid tones,
The brow? A work of art,
Regrets are someone else’s,
a sleight of mind, eclipse of hands;
back we are, unwrinkled,
to smooth-held opinions, shifting granular sands.
Meanwhile, the portrait in the attic
Waxed crueller by the year.