She walked into a shop
steeped in another era
scents of old
ancient things from there
***
Up in a loft
she saw an ivory mirror
she held it’s loveliness
tell me what did she hear?
***
It was a voice
with an accent sublime
young and clear
from another time
***
Are you talking to me?
I hear you my dear
the young voice queries
please come a little near
***
Where is the woman?
no one but me
looking around
where can she be?
***
Then just as sweetly
she gave me a message
must be for others
what is the passage?
***
Tell them I love them
tell them I’m here
tell them I’m waiting
give them love and cheer
***
Who do I tell?
can’t you be clearer
now she was gone
the lady in the mirror
This (archived) poem is prompted by this week’s Wednesday Wake Up Call at New World Creative Union. We are asked to reflect on our ancestors. The prose is fictional but inspired by a mirror and a memory.
Painting: Waterhouse “Rosebuds while ye may”
penned in moon dust 