Witch in the Glass
A Poem on the Fear of Aging
Aging, unconquerable, female, a monster. She comes gradually, sinks in, and consumes.
As she prepares to appear, she slowly transforms. Subtle but horrifying changes take place.
She silently emerges and strikes without even herself knowing. But you know what? She’s more confident than we are or could ever be. Why?
Self
In looking glass
Taut, supple
All encompassing
Embraced
Glass
Cracks once
Round form
Dress broad
A groove forms
On face
Glass
Cracks twice
More grooves form
Smoothness sinks
Grey tinge
Deepens
Glass
Cracks thrice
Grooves line eyes
Teeth drop
Cackle sounds
Then her
Hair all white
Eyes sallow
Skin sunken
Steps out
Strikes
Skin, heart, soul.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (5)
Well said, My philosophy is that if I can still recognize the person on the other side of the mirror things are OK.
Wow!! This is stunning - unique way of describing old age.
I know it's an old joke but I prefer ageing to the alternative, but a powerful poem
Acceptance is always better than trying to fight it. Loved your poem+
Why do we fear aging? With age come wisdom and experience. Great imagery in your poem !!!!