which face do you see?

Is it a pale face,

fairer than fair,

unsullied by sun,

moist and unlined, 

unblemished by wind.

Glowing white,

white as snow

virginal,

unbroken 

by footprints.

Or is the glowing skin wrinkling,

the shining white greying.

As time has passed

has it picked up some dirt

in passing.

Maybe it’s darker still in places

as the whiteness decays.

As it melts away

like the snow.

Tell me, Mirror,

Which face do you see?

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Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net,  and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes. Find Lynn at: Poetry – Lynn White and Facebook.