I like the story powered along here, Max. Just expected something more with the 2 ‘far’s: seemed to set up a pattern to continue…
Doug
On May 21, 2014, at 8:12 AM, Patrick McManus <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Watch out Max she will get you!! p
>
> -----Original Message-----
> From: Poetryetc: poetry and poetics [mailto:[log in to unmask]] On
> Behalf Of Max Richards
> Sent: 21 May 2014 13:37
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: 'Mother's Mirror'
>
> 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?
>
Douglas Barbour
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Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuation 2 (UofAPress).
Recording Dates (Rubicon Press).
Something else is out there
godamnit
And I want to hear it
C.D.Wright
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