Dream Poem 24: Shadow Me
The quivering woman
in the depths of despair
The camel coloured
hare springing gracefully through the field
“That’s mine”, I said
on a factory production line
A sealed pack of
white gleaming lard from Italy, with herbs on top and the thinnest streak of
ham running through it.
The thought of going
on without him mad my heart wring with grief.
Who are you?
My mirror me.
All the emotions and
stories are inside out and back to front.
The opposite of
what’s going on, on this side of the mirror.
Don’t worry about us,
we’ve seen you before.
You are all soft and
gentle
But we are hard like
a lemon grater
You don’t know how to
speak for the fear in your mouth
We speak freely and
as rudely as we like – who cares?
You smooth over and
placate,
We throw fire bombs
of disaster among polite conversation.
You’re a milk
pudding,
We distain like lemon
juice.
We curdle
And part the liquid.
We are the mirror you
and do everything opposite to what you would do or say
We enjoy inflicting
emotional pain and hurt
We exult in it
We love
disappointment and horror and dis-ease.
We love the dark and
fear and dangerous situations and
You do not.
We laugh when you
should be silent
And provoke the hurt
And prod the
sensitive.
We are mischief and
mayhem
We love ruining your
life and relationships.
Sardonic – yes
Pain giver- yes
Unjustifiable cruelty
– yes
And it’s you too.
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