Saturday, June 14, 2008

baggage control

A Case of Mistaken Identity

I look in the mirror and don’t like what I see. My eyes chipped, a handful of overplayed marbles. My lips ragged from caging criticism. My brows tangled, a magic forest keeping the princess in her tower. My upwardly mobile nose, ever sniffing for the next suspicion. I look in the mirror and I don’t like what I see. I don’t know you, do you know me?

A Case of Lost Property

I forgot to pick up my smile. I’d taken it off when I sat down to rest. I had a lot on my mind, if not on my face. It was starting to rain. I’d lost my shopping list, or it had lost me. Someone found the smile under the bench. A dog walking an old man. He handed it in to the police station. They noted it looked well used and a little worn. I never claimed it.

5 comments:

polona said...

sometimes i look in the mirror and feel much the same...
but i think a lost smile is always worth looking for :)

dandelion said...

"My eyes chipped, a handful of overplayed marbles." wow...such brilliant description...x

Ashi said...

Ain't you a bit harsh on yourself, I know we all do some baggage control from time to time, I even do it, but I know I'm one of the mmore forgivness type especiel concerning my self - happiness is not always a smile, but it helps, so get going and find it.

Clare Dudman said...

Great stuff! Love this play on words...Very witty (now I'm dying to know what you look like!)

MAN IN PAINTING said...

Magical...Brilliant.it is going to stay with me for a long time...