she gazed into the hand held mirror
but herself no longer could she see
she drew nearer and nearer
and still herself she could not perceive
for there, there in the silver speculum
deep inside her outreached palm was an image
so chilling she almost succumbed
staring back at her from this metal cage
piercing her heart from another time another place
exposing love long since cast aside
in the dainty fingers of her past she held his face
the face of all held holy still and her thoughts collide
into the knowledge that she could no more part
with the vision of this, the reflection of her fate
than could she divest herself of her beating heart
breaking as it was for her beloved soul mate
.
.
.
but herself no longer could she see
she drew nearer and nearer
and still herself she could not perceive
for there, there in the silver speculum
deep inside her outreached palm was an image
so chilling she almost succumbed
staring back at her from this metal cage
piercing her heart from another time another place
exposing love long since cast aside
in the dainty fingers of her past she held his face
the face of all held holy still and her thoughts collide
into the knowledge that she could no more part
with the vision of this, the reflection of her fate
than could she divest herself of her beating heart
breaking as it was for her beloved soul mate
.
.
.
4 comments:
How apt; I looked up speculum and as well as a hand held mirror it is an instrument for dilating cavities of the human body for inspection.
But you knew that.
WV keressi
;) yes, in my life as the mother of many, i'm more than familiar with this little silver instrument, i must say - i'm so glad the words, however, held your interest and motivated your investigation further - very humbling and i thank you, pat - oh, interesting wv!
How did I miss this one? Love it. Beautiful symbolism.
it's an older piece, trish - reposted here - one i really like, too - especially the symbolism!
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