Smoke and Mirrors by Derek Gores

Whether by chance or twist of fate if you are not a vampyre

You may contemplate your mirrored image

And like Narcissus fall in love with yourself

Mirrors were used to catch the elusive lark

And Shakespeare in his sonnet 29

About disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes

Evoked the resilient bird with these words

‘Like the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate

For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings

That then I scorn to change my state with kings’

Amazing old magazine collage portrait by Derek Gores b.1971 New York