Due to the unavoidable chaos in my daily life, my “Sunday Blog Share” turned into a “Weekend Blog Share.” Then it turned into a “Whenever-I-can-fit-it-in Blog Share,” but that title was too long, so here we are … on Tuesday “At the Mirror.” This one should stick.
I’m sharing a post from Holly, who blogs at House of Heart. Holly writes poetry and poetic prose. Her work is wonderfully sensory, full of exquisite imagery, and often sultry and shaded with longing. Sometimes I read her work and gasp; other times I swoon, but I’m always awed by her talent. If you haven’t read her work, this piece, titled Gypsy, is a beautiful place to start. I hope you enjoy it.
Gypsy
by Holly from House of Heart
Loneliness is a territory marked with danger, filled with monsters and typhoons, loneliness is a contagion.
The sound of Spanish music floats up the stairs and like tule fog slips beneath my door, reminding me that life exists outside.
The rhythmic sounds turn my cheeks pink, my lips red. I wear my dress of magenta and my hair falls down my back like an upside down flame…
(continue reading Gypsy)
Myths of the Mirror 