
A reflection set, a glance,
mirrored back the soul,
as narcissus asks himself
will I ever grow old.
The water shivers and
and refuses to say.
He looks again closer,
insisting to know.
He slips and falls
into the murky tow .
2024. copyright; CMM
Creative Writings by published poet Christine McNeill-Matteson
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A reflection set, a glance,
mirrored back the soul,
as narcissus asks himself
will I ever grow old.
The water shivers and
and refuses to say.
He looks again closer,
insisting to know.
He slips and falls
into the murky tow .
2024. copyright; CMM