A good friend of mine introduced me to double exposure poetry, and it peaked my interest. So I thought I'd give it a go, here is my first ever attempt. I call this piece Beauty and the Beast
At night she is nowhere to be seen
with a face as delicate as petals
snarling demonic eyes
a beauty trapped in a glass.
She is only heard
she dances a ball of her own
the echoes of her sobs so mean
day in day out.
With darnkess brings brutal truth
a melancholy flutter
a smile so viscous it kills
she floats through each room.
No one dares
an empty house
once you catch sight of it
her body like a feather.
Her walls so high
she sweetly sings to her treasures
and a neglected heart
a loving crowd of inanimate pleasures.
Your reflection you see
a smile like a rose
it's a trick
the company of her own.
Matted fur
as they follow her through the great hall
right there in the centre
in her slippers.
The beasts guards the lie
the day is like glass
it pounds in her chest
eyes as pretty as love
look away quick!
