If Narcissus were a man
Standing in front of a mirror
Conical shell in hand
Piercing blue eyed stare
Cloths just so
Perfectly quaffed hair
In his mind it is all there
Except for one thing
If only the shell
With the sound of the sea
Would tell the story
Of him
As well
As any reflection
That fell from his presence alone
If only
The shell would sing
A song of me
Narcissus I need you
Are you there
Chris McQueeney ©2015
Posted on The Mag http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2015/10/mag-289.html?showComment=1444950827505&m=1#c4448580081975661831
3 comments:
You have evoked the narcissist to perfection. I really enjoyed this!
Very clever!
interesting!
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