The house of mirrors

The house of mirrors

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Mirror Mirror on the wall
whose soul will you swallow
from this world?

Be it the girl
with kaleidoscope eyes,

or the comic who
laughs and cries.

Mirror mirror on the wall
whose soul will you destroy
from this world?

In the house of mirrors
minds quiver
lost dimensions
on shattered shards;
no one comes out....
but light reflecting

from across the street
the House of Cards.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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You reach out and touch every part of emotion, somehow. Perhaps it's the questions.. perhaps its the fact the reader has to wait for the end, then - and only then, have time to search an answer. Perhaps.

We see selves as we want to sometimes but sometimes see nothing or.. too much.. here's to a broken mirror to set the story straight!

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you emma for your kind review and dropping by.:)
stunning imagery, that awakens one's imagination...
i adore this chaotic, dark whimsical tale you wrought
succinctly.

somewhat reminiscent of Grimms' faerie tales & im always amazed at your talent for both rhyme & meter.
your pen never fails. thank you muchly for the ride
and sharing -- xx--


Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

thank you so much ms.barrie for your lovely review and kind words.:):)
ms. barrie

8 Years Ago

you're most welcome, Andrew..btw...this (so far)
one of my favorites from you. will be back .. read more
Lucy just moved from the Sky to the mirror..."picture yourself on a boat in a mirror"

i like the rhyme scheme in this..

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

thank you j for your words.

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

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Strindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..