The Stranger in the Otherlight
A poem
1.
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own
And look! They even wore it wrong.
They seemed to know, but played along
And smiled a smile as white as bone.
They tipped their chin, turned up their nose
But still I catch them looking long
At the spot that can’t belong
On a face so fair and even-toned.
***
Behind their seated form I saw
A room so clean and sunshine bright
Unlike my walls, so stripped and raw
Tinted by some Otherlight.
From boarded windows it would seep
Through rough-hewn planks I daren’t peep.
2.
I see them take a wide-toothed comb
And run it through their silky locks
But though they smile, their eyes still roam,
As if marking every pox.
But they can't see my face, I know.
Or the space inside this box
This room I've kept and called my own
Hidden from the light that mocks.
***
It whispers things to me, you see
Of twisted halls behind the glass
That warps and wobbles every scene
The shimmered forms of those who pass.
But this one's preening all day long
The one who wears my face all wrong.
3.
What a charming life it’d be
To lounge in such a lighted place
And be at ease in one’s own space
The very thought is too carefree.
The Otherlight gibbers soft with glee
And marks what I now call a face
I take one sharpened nail and trace
The contours that belong to me.
***
I was told they didn’t know
The grievous harm of their trespass
They had no memories when they awoke
And started walking behind the glass.
I do not care if that’s the truth.
They took what’s mine and made it smooth.
4.
Their smiling falls and I see them lean
As if to check some pimpled spot
Another mark they wish to clean
And wipe away my every blot.
But wait. They’re following the mirror sheen
Their eyes transfixed as if they sought -
They laugh a breath and on they preen.
Could they have heard me? Surely not.
***
I place my hands against the panes
So cool and fragile to the touch
The Otherlight whispered words arcane
Whose meaning I could not grasp much.
But when I raised my bony fist to tap
I knew I’d hear a startled gasp.
5.
I thrilled to see eyes so like my own
Widen from the sudden shock
Upon hearing my most timid knock
They froze as if they’d turned to stone.
And I, too, staggered, as if blown
By that same wind that knowing brought
That gibbered words could fain unlock
This tattered room if I had known.
***
And the Otherlight behind me shrieked
With laughing bouts and howling peals
From between the wooden slates they streaked
And tore the walls with burning zeal.
Before the windows could open wide
I faced the glass and stepped inside.
6.
There came the sound of shattered glass
And wordless screaming to my right
I took the curtains in my grasp
And drew them across a sun so bright.
And when the swirling din had passed
And my eyes adjusted to the light
I saw the shivering, thieving mass
Pressed in a corner, ghostly-white.
***
I tried my best to take it back
Swift and sure like they did to me
But the seal had gone and stuck so fast
I could not peel it easily.
Since the skin adhered so tight
I'll teach them how to wear it right.
7.
The broken mirror shows a reflection so close to mine
And look!
I even let them keep their smile.
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Comments (16)
You are so talented. Wow.
This is brilliant and reminds me of Poe! Glad you migrated to my comments and caused me to take a peek! Subscribed!
Amazing! I had considered a poem for the challenge, but I'm not going to try to compete with tis. Great job, Loryne!
Great take on the challenge, and I am also a Lovecraft fan, along with my daughters. Whoa indeed
Ooft. Mic drop. That’s a remarkable bit of work.
Ahhh, also creeped me out. I really ought to stop reading these Mirror stories. So well done, Loryne, and I absolutely love the poem structure!
Brilliant!! I love the poem idea. I have done that in the past, love it!!
Wow, just Wow! You had me mesmerized right from the start...and that doesn't happen often. I've had strange mirror experiences seeing someone else's face briefly, but never in detail like yours. That was fantastic!
That was a long strange trip so very good!
That was SO COOL! ❤️❤️❤️ It kinda reminded me of the feel of The Raven in places (and I love that).
This feels like an ancient text written in blood. I love it.
This is so amazing!! Creepy and dark, but also beautiful 😍😍 Very well done!! 😊
Fantastic Loryne. You did such a great job with this. I love the symbolism and rhyme scheme.
Wow. This is fantastic, girl. It's like a horrific fairy tale. Well done.
This was just so brilliant! Creepy, dark, suspenseful and mysterious! You knocked this out of the park! Awesome job, Loryne!
This is absolutely phenomenal! What a fun and creepy read, exquisitely written!