Have used the website we’re signed up to to do this exercise:
And here is Denise Riley’s poem that I have mirrored, and then my mirror image poem.
Denise: True North
My body’s frame arched to a drum house a needle. A splinter of this world
has stuck in me, snapped-off, afloat down syrupy blood. It points me on.
This thick body can’t dim its brillance though it vexes the ear of my flesh.
Sliver of outside that I cradle inside and which gurantees me my life also.
This instrument broke apart to a percussion housing a beat, the tempo of this time
was revealed to me, all jagged mirrors swallowing fluctuating sight. They direct me sideways. Boom.
My bloated flesh can’t light the excess although it tries, the wheels I’ve been spinning
Kept still outside where I decide dirt can’t gurantee safety, let’s dream life clean.