Self-Portrait As A Reflection

Sophia Nugent Siegal

Slowly, slowly, I come to the waters
And am set down in deepness
Shallow as a mirror
Burnished as gall
My eyes are bluer now
Are they not?

But not grey, not grey
As the clipping soundless owl
Coin-bright for Hades

But blue as a sky-painted egg
Smashed into novas
Into broken white stars

by Sophia Nugent-Siegal ©