Mirror And The Woman

Centuries ago

I wandered into these woods.

a woman addicted to the stories the mirror told;

The stories of the trinkets and the robes and shadows;

the shadows which grew darker with time

and with time I traveled

deeper into these woods

until every tree gathered all my shadows;

my shadows which were my stories;

my stories the mirror told.

One day I wandered

and stood before the mirror

The last I heard from the mirror

was no story of mine;

I saw an ancient tree looking at me from the ancient mirror.

April 18, 2019

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Françoise Dhulesia

This reads first of all like a tale, with all the pillar elements as its backbone structure; the reader's invited to follow the narrator's imagination that soon turns to be an introspection, an analysis of the self. I have enjoyed the touches of surrealism in the text.

Bravo!