Stony Regard

Standing before the gilded mirror

head cocked

hair combed

beaming a buffonish smile.

Stony

the image stares back.

Never hearing the critics

ears stoppered.

Never reading the pans

eyes blinded.

‘I am great.’

‘I am right.’

‘I will win the world.’

Stony

the image continues to glare.

Staring in the mirror

seeing not his narcissism

perceiving proof

he is the new God…

one who triumphs

whilst destroying the world.

Stony

the image remains as he departs.

 

Maimed

I get lost in fantasy
romance
forgetting
never acknowledging
it is not for me.
I am bespelled
when you speak
sweet words
sugared lies
longing looks
until I am caught
bound within the web you weave.
Once entangled
smiles become tart
words fall like hammers
wounding
gouging my self-esteem
creating this pathetic creature
that you view with scorn.
What is it about me?
Why do you torment me so?
Speaking to my dreams
to my desires
making me fall in love
only to maim my heart when you leave.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
May 6/18