Mirror (#writephoto)



berobbed weapon

scrying, warning, being

wars of crimson in reflective


Yet it was peace he sought in this crusade

turning locks of cloud and smoke in air

to glimpse his likeness in the moss

his metal not untarnished,

one sliver of lime light

held within his palms,

a soft glimmer,

aย  keen prayer

like glass



Antonia Sara Zenkevitch

Another poem inspired by Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt. The image I’ve used is a digital collage incorporating the original photo which can be seen by following the link. I wanted to further explore the idea of the sword acting as a kind of mirror.

Mirror Blade
Mirror Blade (Digital Collage by AZ, inspired by #Writephoto
Original #Writephoto prompt from Sue Vincent


  1. Sue Vincent says:

    Love those last few lines, Antonia.

    1. antoniazen says:

      Thanks, Sue

    2. antoniazen says:

      P.S. thanks for the inspiration, again. I’m loving these surprise photos as prompts. You may have noticed. ๐Ÿ™‚

      1. Sue Vincent says:

        Thanks, Antonia. I have a lot of fun delving into my files for these ๐Ÿ™‚

      2. antoniazen says:

        I bet you do ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Beautiful words and beautiful photography! What more could one hope for!! Thank you!

    1. antoniazen says:

      Thank-you! I’m loving your posts too ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. willowdot21 says:

    Fantastic words and brilliant play on the illustration ๐Ÿ’œ

    1. antoniazen says:

      thank-you ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Loved the poem in the shape of the sword. Amazing that something that brings destruction can make one yearn for peace.

    1. antoniazen says:

      Thank you, Michele! I think destruction or the possibility of it often carries the mirror of its opposite.

  5. KT says:

    I hear you…

    1. antoniazen says:

      Thanks again, Sue. I’ve been reading some of the other responses to your prompts. One ripple leading to so many creative currents ๐Ÿ™‚

  6. Beautiful! โค

    1. antoniazen says:

      Thank you โ˜บ๏ธ

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