Revealed Too Much
the mirror in the hall
years and years in an easy job
reflecting the endless procession of images
that slipped across the glass
the pursed lips auditioning lipstick
the twirls of well-dressed partygoers
the fit of a stylish coat the flick of lint off its collar
the doubt in the eyes above a pearl necklace
the cross-eyed faces pulled for a laugh
the marks of tears poorly concealed
indifferent to all of it
broken in the argument
7 thoughts on “Revealed Too Much”
I love this one, Claudia. The perspective of the mirror, and all the lives it’s seen, until that final argument.
Thank you. I was thinking about a mirror in my grandmother’s dining room I remember from childhood. For as long as I remember it was there, reflecting our family get togethers and so on. I particularly remember a picture in my parents’ wedding album (the reception was held at my grandparents’ house) showing the bride and groom and a crowd of people, and then there was a whole other view as shown in the mirror, including parts of the room the photo did not show. That is what I think set me up on my fascination with mirrors and what they have seen and what they have kept to themselves. Or not.
Like Jan van Eyck’s Arnolfini portrait! I’m fascinated my mirrors–and reflections, as you may have noticed, as well.
Yes, I have. I see it in your photography as well as your words.
It seems as if the mirror has lived many lives through observing and absorbing the lives of others.
The proverbial fly on the wall. Observing but not getting involved… or so it thought…
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