A photo prompt from Magpie Tales
She’s there
A little girl
Her mother’s bedroom,
Shiny hair, long sweeping strokes,
A stiff bristled hairbrush
She cries.
She’s there again
A little older and wiser
About getting it right
About getting it wrong
And he was so wrong.
But she knew best.
She’s still there
Not sure where to look anymore.
She pretends to know
But she fools no-one
Not even herself
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Where went the girl that knew it all?
that could be alice
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verification makes it really hard to comment. you'd get more comments if you turned it off
She seems ecstatically uncertain now !
ReplyDeleteOh, wonderful take on the prompt!
ReplyDeleteThree faces, three episodes in the past - clever!
ReplyDeleteThe question you ask at the end of your poem .. how many of us have wondered that? Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteI like the line about her not knowing where to look anymore...nice...
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