Could Be Anywhere...
Long fascinated by the images
the way they seemingly stretch to forever.
As well as how the slightest imperfection
may cast a distorted, twisted reflection.
An admirer meeting a collector
oh now isn’t this just grand!
“Mirrors everywhere, collecting the
looks of things, one would guess.
Dilapidated images perhaps; to someone else.”
“Do they lie to you or me...nay, I shiver!”
“Yet the image that snarls, fat, thin, or other
shant be either; not for us do they deliver!”
Then we both are collectors of sorts
you with the actual, and I with my memories.
”I have a section where one hangs,
Elegantly carved by accomplished hand
it’s beauty external, plain to ones eye...
It’s beauty and grandeur tainted only by peek
Oh ho, tainted by the reflection we seek!”
She smiles and pours properly
with ghost of a wink, and finishes:
“I have heard in days long gone by
a tale of mirrors one might buy
for a pence, maybe two, one could see...
just how the others look at me!”
We sit and tea amongst the crew
nary a crook nor cranny not reflecting.
Feeling slightly lost amongst such admirers
mad collectors fancy and amateur’s delight!
DJBurt with MM 2/00 (all rights reserved)
there is only one...