They have teased music from a classical guitar,
woven brightly dyed wool into a winter knit,
and pencilled themselves into a sketch.
They cover my face now, as I pose
before a speckled, frameless mirror
tucked away, out of sight, under the stairs.
She’s there, somewhere in the shadows,
the one whose fingers plucked and drew –
how did they stiffen into wrinkled claws?
I move my hands, reveal my mother’s face,
time-stamped with crow’s feet and a trace
of the sparkle of her timeless, girlish smile.
Kim M. Russell, 8th September 2020
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Come and take a selfie!
Sarah is our host this Tuesday with a request for self-portrait poems. She says that there are self-portrait poem generators on-line, in which one simply completes some boxes to make a poem, but she wants more.
Sarah has given us examples of self-portrait poems, organised from the more concrete to the more abstract. Barri Armitage made such a brilliant job of her glasses, I won’t even start on mine.
Sarah would like detailed descriptions of what we see in the mirror; we can use it as a springboard to head off in an unexpected direction.