by Hannah Storm
What if Narcissus had been a father and not a lover
What if Echo had been your child and not your vaunted lover,
would you still have been doomed to sit by that pond,
reflect your wrongs, your own face, or would you only see
your Mini-me? Sweet child of yours, when God made
man in his own image, he gave a special missive to you
and so, you teach her how you reach out into the water,
your daughter, and you watch smiling at your reflection
but she doesn’t know you’re pushing her under. She doesn’t know
she’s no more than your scorned Echo.
Hannah Storm has been a journalist for 20 years, travelling the world and bearing witness to war, wonder and many things in between. She has recently turned to writing flash fiction, poetry and CNF as a way of paying tribute to the people she has met, the places she has been and to process her own experiences. Hannah has been published in Barren Magazine, Spelk, Ellipsis Zine, Atticus Review, and Bending Genres, among others. She lives in the UK and juggles motherhood with her media work, marathon running and writing. Follow her on Twitter @HANNAHSTORM6.