Mirror, mirror
On the wall
Hard to show
My face at all,
You make it seem
Like it was mauled …
Mirror, nearer
Your torment,
Can have me cry
And looking bent,
Instead of shy
Of seeming spry
As I had meant…
Mirror, closer
You discuss,
A weathered face
Made hopeless case,
As craggy crust,
Shows in its place…
Mirror, mirror
You violator
Of melancholy state,
Alas to so deface
What shan’t be salved
Thru your efface,
Or torturous onguent
Inflicts a malfeasant!
written in Grasse Fr.
© Jean-Jacques Fournier
Poetry on a canapé 