My sixth poem for 2023 in the Deadlines for Writers group is due today. It was to be Ekphrastic or Acrostic. I chose Ekphrastic (about a piece of art.)
She stands before a looking glass
And sees a woman weak and frail.
Hot orange tears carve a path
Down cheeks so gray, so gaunt, so pale.
“Oh Self,” she cries, “I feel your pain.
I know the chaos deep inside.
Take my hand, we’ll forge a chain
No mortal force will dare divide.”
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