She lives her life by smoke and mirrors
Wafts through cold halls of smoke and mirrors
Looks high and low through smoke and mirrors
Searches for him through smoke and mirrors
He lit his face with smoke and mirrors
He hid his heart with smoke and mirrors
Shadows are deep with smoke and mirrors
Hidden she weeps in smoke and mirrors
She dies, all spent, in smoke and mirrors
Love came, love went, all smoke and mirrors
I love the term 'smoke and mirrors' and use it alot. I recently had to describe what it meant to a Polish colleague and it was fascinating to try and describe it. Describing what a metaphor means is quite difficult sometimes but my colleague thought it was brilliant.
Lovely 'almost ghazal'.
:-)
Jx
nice, ann.. enjoyed this x
The photo is from the old film of Great Expectations. Miss Haversham's room with her wedding breakfast covered in cobwebs! She later went up in smoke!
or it could be her experience on dating websites. Well written, Ann, ghazal or not.
upon glancing at the picture and reading the first line or two i was expecting a somewhat witchy tale but on reading further and re reading i see the image of forbidden love in times gone by perhaps between a servant girl and a lord? just my interpretation. i also "hear" a kind of chant for the smoke and mirrors pieces which for me splits each line in two.
very thought provoking thanks very much youve just exercised my brain cell :-)
This was going to be a ghazal but in the end it wasn't!
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Cynthia Buell Thomas
Fri 7th Jan 2011 20:03
It is outstanding, Ann, very compelling. And you thought you were in a dry spell!