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