Victoria Crawford: The Fairest

How say you, Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
when answering, who’s the fairest of all?
How do you tell, what do you know,
when you an image of beauty show?

A girl poses selfies around the pool.
Everyone watches – she’s pretty, she’s cool ‒
with studied turns, a deliberate strut,
swiveling her fashion-forward butt.

Behold, through the looking glass shines the fair
among the many faces crowded there:
plump mother, playful child, girl reading book.
Chancing by, a pause, each one takes a look.

Lo, see the smartphone, grasped tight in each hand ‒
screens gaze out at the fairest in the land.