The mirror in the garden pond
is cracked with rushes, irises,
rotting leaves and watercress;
a single poppy lingers on,
pale petals promise oblivion.
In the mirror of the garden spade,
a toad with its glittering topaz gaze,
legs akimbo and puffed up body
dangles from the shiny blade,
toxin flooding warty membrane.
Mirror, mirror of tainted spells
misted murky with glabrous mistrust,
your gilt frame flakes with worm and rust.
The sorceress abjures her poisoned apples,
fills her hands with greetings not farewells.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
A poem for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night; also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads A Skyflower Friday: Goodbye