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by mossgirl19 Sep 10, 2017
Dark, fantasy /
She sat in front of the mirror
and started to braid her hair.
Her reluctant fingers, fraught,
as they tangled in the already
tangled mess of her head.
She loathed her braided hair;
Twisted into one place, like herself.
She started to turn the braid
in a circle, making a bun.
She loathed the bun more;
Dull, laid-back; like herself.
She reached for the ripe red tint
sensibly concealed in her drawer
and painted her lips;
She venerated the fiery lipped
girl in the mirror
but erased the pigment quickly,
As quickly as she would don
her little red dress or
her fancy earrings.
She felt her lips and
traced the edges
where his kiss had been
He was disappointed
at her unresponsiveness;
but when she was alone
she kissed her pillow
like it was him, thought of him
to be there in the sheets
until she fell asleep.
Now the last bobby pin was
put into place;
She had one last look at the mirror
and smiled gently at her usual face.
Then vainly, she smiled a little more
recognizing the witch in her eyes.
by CJ Maleney
"The Mirror Of The Witch" By Mossgirl19, (7 points)
When reading this poem I first thought of a young girl sat in her room doing things that may possibly be forbidden.
Then the story weaves a little and I thought of a stolen and unexpected kiss and ultimately of desire.
I think when we make ourselves look nice (especially if it's something we don't do often) and we look in the mirror, we all give a little smile.
Perhaps we all have a witch mirror.
Throughly captivating (7)
by Scott Cole
What a great piece... it made me feel as if i was standing over her watching that dance between her and the mirror... and i swear i can see the witch in her eyes too
Thank you, Fredy! :-)
by Meena Krish
As I red it I thought it was heading towards something else but no this
is much more interesting! Yet its written with such tenderness and
Congrats on the Win!!!
by Milly Hayward
Congratulations on your win. Well done. Milly x