The Second Mirror Avoids the Question (Revision

[billy]

The surface of the pond is mute, a dull glass—
of no opinion,
each wrinkle seen as a ripple. for me it feels a little telly, would it become more of an image as .. each wrinkle a ripple

You remain fair, as the distant moon
is fair, cold
as the latticework of stars. the enjambment feels out in this verse

Yet, I hang by your sliced hands
in this same spot.
Where once lay the shards of my brother. shards feels too harsh

Your face is the dawn’s light:
cheekbones rise like mountains,
skin soft as freshly fallen…Truth i like this line a lot.

is a luxury.
an icy sliver
searching for the heart.

You are fair as the frost
that kisses the windowpane. Truth
walks a path of shattered glass.

You are the fairest of them all—
the blooming rose
in sultry summer,

in a land without snow,
snow, snow.

you have a snow white fixation young sir
i never mention the reiterations of fair and glass because it's about snow white, (I perceive) the reiteration of truth on the other hand feels a little heavy. i think it could improve with a small edit. jmo

thanks for the read and great to see you slip a poem up