For a penny
you can gamble your reflection
veneered reverse of silver
invites bronze
Revelations pending
for a penny
nominal persuasion
tempting, come
Caretaker of the looking-glass
awaits you
beckons, whispers
her compelling song
Listen to hypnosis
for a penny
shall you risk the void
a penny scratch, you’re gone
Beautiful poetry!
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Sometimes the illusion is the preferred option. Worth the penny? Perhaps.
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This makes me think of the way you put a coin in a fair or park’s fortune teller. How a penny may pay for one’s thoughts. 🙂 I liked the way your poem went into imagination.
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