Doppelganger [poem]

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doppelganger

I am a mirror

reflecting every
whisper which you’re most
afraid of in your self —
the feathered touch of
freedom’s fickle fibres
lusty
chime of bells.

I am a looking-glass

shattering all dreams
in which such false hopes grow
and flimflam sham schemes glow
in boastful stardust
wasteful-minded
truth-rejecting
thunder-gust.

I am a shadow

you see me coming
so you close your eyes
like a little child
who thinks she’ll not be
noticed
by the morely wise.

{running away from
your naked[ness] friendship
in Fata Morgana
your refuge you find.
Always your moving
hides the illusion of
movement
(so beauty-blind).}

I am moonbeams

modestly shineful
powdered mountaintops
rain discreetly over
secondhand hills
I wish with heartland feel
you’d thrill
to more than hidden.

I am a lantern

reason twistly tells you
how to share the light
but something old
resists and fights
like whales against
harpoons
slice through the waves.

I am a river

in which you put your toe
a death-throes testing
overflow of touch
in which it proves too much
for twice burned once-shy
drive by
dino-soars.

What is your fear?

stand still
and see your broken self
as strong and clear as
starlings in the snow
then shall we see
each other
for the first time.

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© Alan Morrison, 2013

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