Once upon a mirror
I asked this question –
“Do I look beautiful?”
Caught off-guard, it replied,
“Is this a trap, dear Matron?”
Still it obliged, showed a face
one with grey head and facial lines
“That could not be me!” I said.
“How can you possibly lie?”
I have plumper lips and rosier cheeks
than the picture you show
My eyes are brighter with well-defined lids
than that woman, if you must know.”
The mirror absorbed my little rant
and bravely returned my gaze
but beneath my gaze that could melt rocks
my mirror’s resolve
thereby began to crack –
and crumbling, let out a plaintive sigh
all those happy years gone by.
Writing for DVerse Poets’ Pub’s Stock Phrases prompt.