Mirror
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful ‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.
Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
Sylvia Plath
For Three Muses Challenge - Mirror
Poetic Postcards
I'm wordless... so beautifuul lyrics and your art, Karla!
ResponderExcluirI can see you put a great deal of thought into the art and the poetry, Karla. Very nice work!
ResponderExcluirSylvia Plath's words took my heart and I'm speechless...
ResponderExcluirYour image is awesome Karla! :)
Karla, your artwork is exquisite and even more so with the words of Sylvia Plath. A standing ovation from my corner of the world.
ResponderExcluirSylvia Plath's poem took my breath away - and just looking up the page I see Sim said almost exactly the same. I have never seen this poem before and there is so much in every line. And I have to say those last two lines refer exactly to me, and it would be very nice if a mirror had a 'playback' button to remind us of what it used to reflect!
ResponderExcluirAs for your artwork, it matches the super quality of Plath's poem in every respect, a triumph, and I couldn't think of a better word than the one Taluula used above - exquisite. Thank you for a post to live in my memory.