Will Vigar

A Writer of Sorts

Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. (The Treachery of Mirrors)

20840616_10103464479618849_2132332950213188011_nThe first non-Kelvin based writing I’ve done in about seven months.   Be gentle, I;m still not awake.

 

Hotel. Birmingham. 18.8.17. (The Treachery of Mirrors)

 

It’s 6:15 and stifling, even with the window open.

The bloody workmen have woken me up with their drills

and an alarm on one of the vehicles that sounds

like it’s going to break into ‘Jingle Bells’ at any moment.

Every few moments, the threat of Christmas. Well, I am

in Noddy’s town.

 

Half asleep in brown soupy light I stare at a large picture

frame that seems to show a slender body prone

and elegant. I study it for a moment and marvel

at the simplicity of line before reaching to wipe

the sand from my blear struck eyes.

The picture moves and the mirror

reveals its treachery.

 

The mattress, too soft , hides half of my body

in the depths of its quicksand comfort,

conspiring with my longing for a return to youth,

to show me the lithe and elegant body I once had.

I allow myself a moment of vanity

then switch on the light.

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This entry was posted on August 18, 2017 by in Poem, poem of the day, Poetry, Will Vigar and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , .
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