12 July 2014

Under Glass

an oblong within an oval, the
reflection of the portrait seen in a looking glass
through the crack of the door,
changing as the light changed

first, silvery at dawn, the
features indistinct, only
slowly becoming clear, the eyes a
challenge bordered by flesh,

the hair growing to flames as
noon approached and the bells
ring out, red-haired Una,
framed for all time, held

captive behind the glass, such a
fine specimen, her gaze direct,
eyes the slate grey of a roof

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