My poem: Acrid Smoke: Gen

Title: Acrid Smoke
Poetic form: my own! as far as I know [stanza is ababcdcde fgfghihie and two more like it]
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 359
No. of lines: 36
For: 2022 GYWO Yatzhee
Prompt: acrid

there is a looking glass, a mirror, a reflecting pane
a polished surface in which eyes and mind and heart may look
a source of inspiration as well as abysmal bane
with all sincerity, to be drawn in, a barb-end hook,
to lose track of the hours, to spin the thinnest filaments
into tapestries, nets, gift bows, and workaday attire
which lie somewhere between devil-may-care’s and heaven-sent’s
just looking, to gaze upon and to nothing more aspire,
until an acrid smoke begins to trip the tripwires set

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