Ha, good one, Max. I felt the true excitement from the child's pov.
Andrew
On 21 May 2014 23:01, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> 'powerful' poem, Max. It surprises and entertains. And makes you think.
> Imagine if you'd beamed your returning mother!
>
> Bill
>
> On 21/05/2014, at 10:37 PM, Max Richards wrote:
>
> > Mother's Mirror
> >
> > above her dressing table
> > was larger than me, and round.
> > It swivelled a little -
> >
> > up and down - tilting
> > let you see higher a bit,
> > below a bit, not far.
> >
> > When the sun caught it,
> > its reflection was bright,
> > light searching very far.
> >
> > Once, left at home alone,
> > I found a screwdriver,
> > turned the dressing table
> >
> > from the wall, unscrewed
> > the mirror. Gingerly
> > I lifted it to the rug,
> >
> > slid it to the front door,
> > through to the front porch.
> > Afternoon light streamed in.
> >
> > Positioned carefully,
> > the mirror sent sunlight
> > to the far end of the street.
> >
> > Power filled me as never before.
> > I could dazzle the whole suburb,
> > if they only came to the corner.
> >
> > Nobody came.The sun was sinking.
> > It was hard work returning the mirror
> > to its place, fixing the screws.
> >
> > My fingerprints were everywhere.
> > Could I clean them off in time
> > before I was no longer alone?
> >
>
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Andrew
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