A Garden in the Mirror

A Garden in the Mirror

Chestnut roses pruned and coiffed

silver, almost translucent,

frail and fighting with the flavor

of metal stinging the air

creeping towards varnished sun

lighter than vanity

heavier than the aroma of ink

you’re right to think this poem

is about you

classically regal, stately

you mock the rest of the flower bed

tenacity is your tenor

I’ll clip you at the root, be responsible

for erasing your signature

insomuch as you can erase a tattoo

that has gone needle deep

Hannah Palmisano

Hannah Palmisano is currently studying Creative Writing and English at the University of Arizona. She adores books, poetry, and basically any form of artistic expression. In her poetry, she enjoys writing about nature and personal experiences with a touch of whimsy. She is frequently inspired by the subtle magic of everyday life.

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