there are no mirrors in this house
\nthe walls are blank
\nand so her spouse
\nher eyes reflect
\nlike molten spheres
\nher dark neglect
\nher sudden fears
\nlaid out in sets
\nlike coal black tears
\nto come<\/p>\n
as is her way
\nshe turns her head
\nher children play
\nthe flowers are dead
\ntheir twiggy stems
\nhave strewn her bed
\nlike alpha dread
\nwhen all is said
\nand done<\/p>\n
there’s nothing left
\nto say or do
\nwe’re all bereft
\nthe children too
\nthe stars have wept
\nthe moon has set
\nthe end is yet
\nto come<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
there are no mirrors in this house the walls are blank and so her spouse her eyes reflect like molten spheres her dark neglect her sudden fears laid out in sets like coal black tears to come as is her … Continue reading