A walk past the mirror
shows how pretty she is
Wide wise eyes canopied
by the arch of her brow
rosy red lips
her heart-shaped face
framed by her long lustrous hair
Mirror, mirror, on the wall
Who is the fairest of them all?
Looking glass shadows
the pain of her heart
Reflections of light hide
her feelings of dark
Bitter memories and
sour embraces
From men holding the body
untying the laces
Mirror sees the
beauty without
but is blind to the
darkness within
You only have to look
past the mirror.
[1996]
