I am a hundred faces staring at me Unlike Narcissus, I am not thrilled by what I see Somehow, the faces are familiar and strange all are distorted, even grotesquely so - and their eyes, their eyes are accusing, sad, amused, angry - all at once Could that be me on the mirror? who am I who am I Where do I stand before the Eyes that know how the images combine? Who is the vision who is real - the ones I see or the one I perceive myself to be? Where is the truth out of this confusion?
For DVERSE’s Poetics Prompt, Lilian wants us to write about amusement parks, rides, state fairs, and such. For this prompt, I bring myself back to the Bangor State Fair in 2012. Contrary to the tone I used in the poem, I had fun in the Mirror Maze. It was one of the rare attractions that I enjoyed at the fair. I really do not enjoy the rides. They make me sick and make me deathly afraid. My poor children can never ever expect me to accompany them in their rides. The one time I was prevailed upon to take them to a kiddie plane ride, I screamed louder than my four year old. I really cannot fathom how people pay to scare themselves silly. 🙂 That’s just me – no offense intended for those who love roller coasters and such.