Rene Magritte 1937
Not To Be Reproduced
Like Plath, I too often mused on mirrors,
Like Alice, I wandered from Wonderland
into a looking-glass world of magic.
I came upon an image, surreal,
an enigma framed in gilt, dressed in brown.
Here was a man too neat, too still, but with
silken hair inclined to curl . Upon the
mantel I spied a book and felt it was
like him, adventurous of mind, well worn,
a much loved mystery and better written
in the finest French. Gazing, tuning in,
I sensed another poet-soul, a dreamer,
self effacing, illuminated always
from behind but hiding his reflections
except in unleashed poems on the page.
Cait O’Connor
This is for Magpie Tales, more can be found here
16 comments:
This is what I wish I could say. Great.
Lovely. Some of us find it hard to reveal our true selves, unless unleashed on the page...
I like the slightly fey feeling of this poem...
walking into the mirrors these are what I typically meet to.. take care inside that enigmatic world... there are many being stuck
I enjoyed your magical poem..
lovely poem, Cait
great imagination cait!! i loved your poem!!
Awesome poetry!
Just as if his refection will not come true except in his poetry.
Loved the piece and thanks for calling ~ Eddie
Thanks for you comment at my place Cait.
btw I can't send the poem because it was all in my imagination.
Hope to see you again next week ~ Eddie
Brilliant.
Anna :o]
There is love , there is va va voom ...good one
Cait,
This is beautiful! Such a lovely, heartfelt description of the complexity of a poet.
Thank you for sharing and thank you for stopping by and reading my post.
Jen
This is beautiful! Your blog design is gorgeous by the way!
Wonderful as usual.. I noticed you mention Joseph O'Conner coincidentally I am just about to start reading Star of the Sea.
'Adventurous of mind' ... like that. Enjoyed your clever images. Great poem Cait.
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