Galatea in glass – for Justin
In the shattered turquoise shards of glass
Encased in images of silent domesticity
Your elfin face stares out wistfully.
Flaxen hair in careful disarray wildly
Echoing those desperate eyes searching
Fixedly for solace in the outer world
An eternal will o’ the wisp your image
Trapped behind reflections of the everyday
Ethereal for all time, the epitome
Of beauty, insubstantial, the longing to be real
Plain for all to see
Every man can hear you call from your
Subtle, mirrored frame – “rescue me”
Galatea in glass for eternity.
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