Mirror, Mirror
Caught in the half-light, you
could be quite something, a
moodier version of
Greta Garbo;
high-defined cheekbones, that
brooding intensity –
quite the self-image you’re
yearning to show.
Glare of a bare bulb, and
God! There’s a hag for you!
scrawnily, owlishly,
scowling and sad.
More like Miss Haversham,
haunted and hollow-eyed,
crinkled and wrinkled and
clearly half mad.
D A Prince