Beheld
Beheld
She thought she could be held
by a looking glass,
only after slippering in,
found the spoon ass-backwards, front to flat,
even just her own arms warmer;
so battened them around her,
not noting as she looked down
her crown caught, parted.
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Attempt for the wonderful Kerry O’Connor’s prompt on Real Toads to write a micro poem on the theme of the eye of the beholder. Pic by Christina Martin, edited by me; all rights reserved
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ManicDDaily 
November 9, 2015 at 6:22 am
I can’t make heads or tails of that photo but your words paint a precise picture for me. I see her hugging herself tighter and tighter against cold and whatever else.
November 9, 2015 at 7:03 am
I like your play on ‘beheld’ and ‘be held’ in the opening, and the awkwardness suggested by spoons front to flat.
November 9, 2015 at 8:17 am
The oblique reference to fairy tale princesses makes the contrast of a flat, backasswards world where one’s only comfort is a fleeting warmth hugged to one’s chest all the more stark.
November 9, 2015 at 3:52 pm
Magical!
November 9, 2015 at 11:14 pm
Shades of Alice, et al?
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November 10, 2015 at 3:54 am
the immediate contrast of the title and the end of the first line caught me up, k, so that I had to read it again. a pleasure to read ~
November 10, 2015 at 7:05 am
I love what you did with ‘beheld’, and all the other word play.