This week’s poem inspired by the surprise that sometimes awaits when you take a close look at yourself in the mirror, and see things you were not expecting to see.
Morning Face
Mirrored morning face
Looks unexpectedly
Like my mothers.
Startlingly pale
After days with eyes focused
On dark-skinned farmers.
Barisal 2016
Delightful, Rilla, and quite poignant. xx
Funny observation. Make me laugh.
I’m glad that you didn’t see wrinkles! I discovered that my mirrors in Denmark show a very different face than the ones I have here in Kampala. I’ll leave you to guess which ones I prefer.
This is of course a very flippant reaction to your beautiful and pregnant poem.