It’s not that.
Your reflection.
That’s not the problem.
It’s the other.
Unseen images lurking,
Discursive, masked expectations.
Unwritten rules.
Stylistic features,
Demanding mute compliance.
They are,
Comparators, exemplars,
Resentful of acclaim.
Smashing mirrors,
Can only reflect badly
On society.
Copyright © Sam Mckeon 2015
Published by Sam McKeon
Sam McKeon is a recluse, living on the remote rugged west coast of Ireland. Currently, Sam’s poetry tends to focus on his inner universe and the moments he spends with the very few people he is in contact with, especially his muse Emily, who has inspired almost fifty poems, tracing the development of their relationship.
The astonishing drama and beauty of the wild Irish landscape is also absorbed into his writing. This can lead to some weird things, but mostly it leads to deeply passionate works stitched together with tender reflection.
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