Killing the poet

By Mercy Moige Mecha

The mirror was created for looking,
For self examination.

Hurled in her face, his face
Like a thousand needles,
It causes painful acupuncture.

The mirror falls to the floor,
It disintegrates,
The broken pieces, pierce the feet.

Feet bleeding,
Even the heart bleeds-
They have desecrated her poetry.

They have killed the inner man.

The outer one stares at the broken shards,
Considers- whether they are worth picking…

She walks away.

Talented Northampton based writer and poet Mercy Moige Mecha is part of the Northampton Writers group and on the way to having her short stories and some of her poetry published in their literary journal. HAT News is pleased to publish most of her poems on her own column, Mercy’s Musings. Welcome on board Mercy.