A prompt from one fan I have never needed to bribe. Freda Brodie
What's in the mirror
What the hell is that?
A strange figure looms
Hair a mess, in distress
Ego. Nom de plume
Frightened me a bit
Am I not awake?
Been a while, Shall I smile
Makes my old jaw ache
I think this mirrors broken
It caught me unaware
We will see, after tea
Check the one down stairs.
National poetry writing month
A month of madness
Thursday, 8 April 2021
Whats in the mirror
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Lol. Love it.
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