Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, mirror, upon you. What do you see?

Mirror, Mirror

Your white handle grip me perfectly

So warm, I slide into your grip without hesitation

Without even so much as a second thought

Your rounded handles, my oh my!

I stare at a pair of eyes

Across your steamy top

They’re fierce,

Is that me?

That angry face, mine?

Your rippling top, must be lying

 

Author's Note

I tried to write something completely out of my style. I tried to make you believe this poem was something it wasn’t. What did you think I was talking about?
Well I was actually talking about a teacup, and staring at your reflection in the tea! Please review!

Reviews

[HopelesslyDevoted]

yes sometimes people get used to their reflection until one day they look and realize that the face isn't the same one they looked at years ago. people don't often realize how much they change through out circumstances and just life in general. its a hard thing to face! this showed that perfectly!

[T. J. Blackburn]

"So warm, I slide into your grip without hesitation"

I like this. nice poem.

[Undying Glory]

impressive work, yep i didn't guess until you finally revealed it all at the end. this was another very vivid and surreal write, and it's good that you're diversifying. nice work!

[PrincessZeldaWannabe]

Sweet! I really liked it!

[Coyote Poetry]

I look at my face and I see someone else. I like a old person face. Their faces can tell great stories. The poem is very good. Time make us harder and colder. I believe after a time we learn to forgive our mistakes and become human again with old age. A outstanding poem. This is the type of poem that makes you think.
Coyote

[Jonathan De Elvira]

I think other reviews had stated it well...

[tynamite]

I thought it was about a girl looking in a mirror hoping to find someone she thinks is attractive or happy, and instead she sees an angry face and finds out that she either thinks she's not attractive as she hoped, or as happy.

[Marie Harrison]

funny to me~!

[sarah]

Wow this is so amazing and I tottaly didn't know it was supposed to be about a teacup great work

[Margaret Marie Hubbard]

It left me wanting to know more about what the cup holds. :)