I whisper names…………....Shh..I listen for echoes
and search…………………...beyond the statuary;
those ingenuous faces….....A visitor maybe?
(last seen when?) ………….or the play of air though roses
in the screen…………………I turn my back (precautionary)
wondering which………….and look into the curved mirrors
of the missing souls………to see (I guessed correctly)
I am………………………….........Medusa.
Diane Hine
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amnesia-cleave-trigee/
