My mirror

On reading; 'I am the only being whose doom,'by Emily Bronte.

Dear mirror how is it you see

that all of this, is all of me,

a barefoot child, uncertain still,

with lack of strong and steadfast will.

And when I am away from you

I remain trapped, that much is true;

for though I am thought fair of face,

'tis not so in this secret place,

where my reflection tells it true, 

I am alone, the same as you.

Thus whilst I dream a lover's tryst,

still yet I have to taste one kiss,

or feel a hand entwined in mine

uncared it may not perfect rhyme.

But such is love I have been told,

uncertain, but more bright than gold;

and though I yearn a perfect bliss,

still yet I have to taste one kiss,

which makes me know, it must be true,
I am alone, the same as you.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I feel insecurities in this write. Maybe the author is happy with what she sees on the exterior but knows that it is what is on the inside that counts. Maybe she is keeping the inside hidden from view. I wonder whether she is a shy person who is hiding her inner radiance. This poem is beautifully penned Beccy and was a delight to read. I really enjoy your poetic voice. Lovely work. Wishing bliss from a perfect kiss and some togetherness.

Chris

[Paul Bell]

The mirror the gateway to your soul, the all-knowing never passing judgment just reflecting thoughts you know, but don't really want to believe. Loneliness, sometimes you crave it, sometimes you just want someone beside you in the cold nights.

[John the Baptist]

Maybe not perfect rhyme, but still very good. Meter is excellent, too. The poem shows how lingering insecurity can result in loneliness, despite good looks. When that mirror reflects good self esteem, I think the loneliness will be a thing of the past.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this feels more like the speaker is not satisfied with what she sees inside herself when she looks into the glass...face is fair...she is pretty on the outside, and probably is on the inside but doesn't feel it because she wonders why no kiss....that is the problem of the ones who have yet to deliver that kiss.
this is so good, Beccy,
j.