Shepherd's Delight; Reflections in Red

the sky is tinged red
and she is upside down.

I, in contrast, inhabit the correct standpoint.
This unnerves the sky- she holds her breath and twiddles her flame locks.
Fear proffers her an air of self-consciousness; she hides coyly in behind her clouds.
If I were the old me she would be more at ease, contented in our shared chaos; protected by her lack of solitude.
But the sky knows I am no longer her; that girl has passed beyond.
From now on the sky will choose to gaze instead upon my discarded ghost as she walks alone along the castle?s walls.
On those nights, the sky will feel less alone in her bewilderment; more serene.
But the ghost I once was will never know this; mirrored images mean nought to her.


Kerri Ní Dochartaigh

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