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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