an open window
the threshold to sub-rosa souls
hidden from my sight
(photo prompt from Margo Roby)
A place for poems and pics
an open window
the threshold to sub-rosa souls
hidden from my sight
(photo prompt from Margo Roby)
She ponders the
reflection in her
mirror a change-
ling had replaced
the face that greeted
her every morning
How had the fairies
insinuated this graying,
wrinkled being
behind the glass