The ghost inside the mirror,
views a fairy clad in pink,
enraptured by reflection,
in which this child must sink.
Unsuspecting innocence,
wings of silvered light,
moving ever closer,
unaware of plight.
Closer to the picture,
she moves with sense, beguiled,
to touch it with her fingertips,
naivety of child.
Too late, she drowns in spectral glass,
her life no longer free,
the mirror with its siren song,
now waits for you and me.
Author notes
Credit artist:: Secret Visions by manips-of-artist2
Not everything is as it seems.
A contest entry
- Pretty Picture Prompt # 21 by kiwigirljacks.
600 points, ended October 6, 2008, 14 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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masterful rhyme. congrats
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Love the subtle darkness here, beautifully penned! The rhyme and flow are perfect and the imagery portrayed is superb. A wonderful read! Thanks for entering and good luck
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Ahhh yes, nothing is as it's seems! Wonderful write which tinges with darkness yet down in a lovely way!!
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