Poetry: "Engineering Self-Worth"




How can a mirror know itself,

like a door knows itself,

with its letting in and out

Or that sense of self felt in

the growing bones


//


A cracked mirror is du

pli

ca

tion

Its judgement silver backed in the

embellishment of my mother’s earrings

My father’s confinement to his shadow chair

A backhand

A kite slashing like a

knife to

stab

the

earth


The time to become something

Or mis align

ment

His droning voice is mine,

An understanding of sketches;

my outline,


A scribbling like trees scratched on paper,

Abstractly

Unfair to mirrors

maybe, But they infer the scratch of self,

freely

undone

Like Mars screams war, but isn’t ‘On killing’, an unloaded gun

(retorts) //


There are no answers in mirrors

They do not know to look up, Or the crow (night), fled Or what it is to be un-buried and Orienteer

‘explore fear’ lead instead,

True North

//


I will

not

bow

to


you,


(night)







Stuart McPherson is a poet from Leicester in the United Kingdom. His work is due to appear in numerous online journals and anthologies, including Beir Bua Journal and After the Pause. His debut pamphlet 'Water Bearer' will be published in December 2021 by Broken Sleep Books