Of Looking Glasses

Kristen Scott

 

I would drink the drink of strychnine

to push the hurt of you out of my mind

 

I never knew that look before

I never knew   orange

blossoms departed from your eyes

 

oh, to look at me in such venomous

strikes  –

I never thought to see that through

the roses of mine

 

could Shakespeare have written

such a fantastical ending

to a wide-eyed passion?

 

ah, the glorious dying from love

the fables and witchery of wonder

secret potions, eyes of newt, and

fairy dust.

 

but, alas, our love wasn’t born through the

looking glass – I just never knew

 

until now.

 

 

Kristen Scott- see author’s bio in additional works and on author’s page.