Friday's Whims of the Time Traveler 30.0: February 29th, 2008

Reflections in the Glass
by Belinda Roddie

A room of mirrors

Sufficiently placed

Among a ceaseless gaggle of fair maidens

They giggle at reflections

On all sides, above and below,

The floor a glassy surface for

Their eyes to shine like silver

A room of mirrors for the men, too—

They straighten cuffs, admire their beards –

“How maidens will succumb to such

Reflections from the glass

To reemerge as godlike men

In all their quiet splendor!”

How the mirrors make them smile

But how they lie

When the baron’s cruelty is muffled

By his ascot, the fool smiles

Under his feathered cap, and ladies’

Own silly whims and fancies only glitter

Under the sequins of their gowns

Rooms of mirrors separate

And do not tell of happy endings.

The work you see here has not been edited nor modified since February 29th, 2008.