You Are a Myth in the Mirror: An Exhibition on Flaws by Subarnarekha Pal

And how beautifully our mothers have become their one true mythical woman.

And how beautifully you are becoming your and I, becoming mine.

 

You drift farther from Persephone’s underworld at dusk;

You grow apart from Eve’s paradise at dawn.

When you crawl back into your shell,

the old, dusty, home-

You find your forbidden fruit,

You take your daily pomegranate seed-

Following the chores of survival

You weave through the necessities and needs.

 

You are a myth in the mirror,

The woman who planted snails on the back of her hand

The woman who became a parasite of her pets,

Spiralling,

Through the haunting chores,

Dragging the blooming season ’til it blows.

 

And then,

Slithering deeper into the cold slime to become a point unseen.

 

Subarnarekha is an artist, researcher and an educator. She loves reading graphic narratives while trying to work on her own. She loves poetry, ancient history, both geography and geology, and Science.