Today’s Folding Mirror is an early and simple one I did. It’s not a preaching poem, and I’ll hopefully be enjoying a few pints tomorrow night myself, but I also watched a drama about George Best and his mother last night, so it seems apt timing.
The Content
I thought the flatline (influenced by the film, Flatliners) was a perfect folding middle line, and constructed the poem around it.
The topic is how we can abuse our bodies with drink and smoking, but there is a happy ending, as after the subject declines in the first half of the poem and flatlines in the middle, he/she recovers in the second.
The heart makes itself known in each half of the poem: in pain in the first half, and recovery in the second.
The subject returns to her/his previous habits in the last line, as set out in the first.
The Structure
The two sides are straight mirrors, as they have the same words and punctuation in each paired line.
The Poem
I hope you enjoy the poem, and your weekend!
Dicing with Death
Drinking at the bar, smoking a few tabs…
Heart makes itself known,
On a hospital bed, fighting for life,
Flatline
On a hospital bed, fighting for life,
Heart makes itself known,
Drinking at the bar, smoking a few tabs…
mistYmuse 