pretext to display

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According to the Script
Veronica Forrest-Thomson
Encounter with a friend, acquaintance
or just someone in a bar
is merely a pretext to display
your theory of what you are.

Absorbed in your own performance
you applaud or criticise,
and only to watch your reflection
do you look into his eyes.

Or, if a contrast’s noticed,
it’s to serve as a backcloth
useful for the setting
and to show your costume off.

He thought you concentrating
when you were running through
your lines rehearsing gestures
while waiting for your cue.

Still soliloquising you said goodbye,
went on, and never knew
that the stranger, the other
had been speaking to you.

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clouded glass

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Through the Looking Glass
Veronica Forrest-Thomson
Mirror, mirror on the wall
show me in succession all
my faces, that I may view
and choose which I would like as true.

Teach me skill to disguise
what’s not pleasing to the eyes,
with faith, that life obeys the rules,
in man or God or football pools.

Always keep me well content
to decorate attitude and event
so that somehow behind the scene
I may believe my actions mean;

that one can exercise control
in playing out a chosen role;
rub clouded glass and then,
at will, write self on it again.

But if, in some unlucky glance,
I should glimpse naked circumstance
in all its nowhere-going-to,
may you crack before I do.