The unforgiving mirror looked upon the
Loose curls which tucked themselves behind
pink ears, dull eyes gazed straight.
A vacant visage stared back,
heavy bags clung underneath
The stormy grey windows to the
Soul.
Feeling forward, her hands go
Searching for the 'corrective' tool.
She grasps it, and begins.
Delicate eyelids dragged down
Their petal pink soon coated in
Midnight black.
Her eyes roll, and eyelids blink.
Looking up, its a new tool to do this job.
The wand whisks through each fine hair,
The original blonde erased
Taking on a new facade.
Next were the thin stretched lips,
Soon coated heavily in startling fuchsia.
They pressed together - and pulled apart.
The final canvas, pale, almost translucent,
Now to be covered in a different paint.
With each stroke, each blemish, was
Gone. Each mark of identity
Gone. As smooth as plastic.
The fuchsia lips, spread widely
Across the new and 'improved'
Countenance. Far more forgiving
Was the mirror now.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Poetry: Inspired by Liz Lochhead.
PoesieLower Six has written a selection of poems based on Liz Lochhead - the set poetry writer for their year. The focus of the poems was impressionist imagery, captured voices, and a sense of vividly portraying a moment in time, or a person.
