Poem Category: In the Mirror

Attic dust
the cracked mirror
the cracked mirror’s broken toys.

In the mirror
the blue of her baby’s eyes
suckled at the breast.

In the mirror
her un-ravelled hem
others saw all day.

Friday seance
our blanket covering
the mirror’s crack.

In the dresser mirror
my wedding ring passed over
by moonlight.

In the mirror
deflating on the floor
a child’s birthday balloons.

Small clear lake
below the mirror
flint-stone tools from the past.

Lightning
a crack across
the lake’s mirror.

Rocking chair
in – – out of the mirror
grandmother’s crochet.

Card night
a newcomer in the mirror
reading all our plays.