Of Katy and Narcissus

 

Floating

In the river of vigour
Fade and smote the figure
That held the quail
Of you and me

When did you lose your own reflection?

Waiting

In the meadow of retribution
Taunt and spleen the illusion
That held the regret
Of you – not me

How did I find the sound of my own voice?

 

Excerpt from Of Katy and Narcissus, from” Of Lilith and Anthony” poetry collection by  Katypoetess

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