Reflections

I search inside and find your ruddy face
fast ease away but feel you rise and stare
Reflections in the window take your place.

Now news is made of creased and ruined flesh
despoiling freedom, innocence consumed
I search inside and find your ruddy face.

In retro dreams you touch youth through a lens
and I oblige, a child plucked out of time
Reflections in the window take your place.

Those ten familiar fingers preen and groom
and worth is stitched up in a spangled dress
I search inside and find your ruddy face.

Now meet a woman stronger than your guile
so tiptoe not, but should she drop her guard
Reflections in the window take your place.

It’s something in the coat or of the eyes
Not you, but of an age – and one more time
I search inside and find your ruddy face
Reflections in the window take your place.

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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

3 thoughts on “Reflections”

  1. There is something about the villanelle that I find very daunting (even having done a number of challenging forms) and I have yet to even attempt one.

    Nicely done, Julia. Some lovely language in this.
    “Now news is made of creased and ruined flesh”–Fabulous line.

      1. Ah, yes–well put. Turning things over to look underneath. Love that.
        And I think you’re right. We find the forms that suit us, or perhaps they find us.

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