The Girl in the MirrorA Poem by David Lewis PagetI
was staying in the village That
was known as Banzhushan, In
the mountains, in the Province That
the Chinese call Hunan, It
was perched atop the mountain You
could reach, and touch the sky, But
there were no single women, And
the men up there were shy. They
were poor, could offer nothing To
entice a willing bride, They
earned little from their labours, And
their houses, poor inside, So
the girls would leave to travel Down
the mountain to the plain, Where
they’d find a richer husband Than
the farmer, sowing grain. So
the men would send out raiders To
the outskirts of the towns, And
they’d kidnap straying peasants, All
the women that they found, And
they’d target younger widows Who
would not put up a fight, Then
would carry them to Banzhushan Protected
by the night. I
had met a village elder By
the name of Zhang Fan Cheng, He
was ancient, a magician, One
the Chinese call yāorén, He
invited me to dinner, It
was simple, shoots and rice, He
was dignified and courteous, But
caught me by surprise. In
the further room, a mirror Stood
at length, both straight and tall, The
frame was wrought in silver And
it leant against the wall, He
showed it to me proudly Then
asked how much would I pay? For
just 5,000 R.M.B. He’d
sell it me, today! I
reached out to feel the silver, Was
it fake or was it real? He
sensed my hesitation Then
he motioned, ‘You be still!’ And
plunged his hand into the glass The
mirror let him in, His
arm up to the elbow Against
science, against sin! He
reached his arm behind and pulled, A
girl came into sight, She
was standing in the mirror, He
was holding her so tight, And
she stared, while looking at me And
she said: ‘Qing bang bang wo!’ I
could read it on her lips, and then The
wizard let her go. She
had said: ‘Would you please help me!’ But
I’d stepped back in the room, She
was nowhere near behind me Just
reflected, in the gloom, And
I saw a tear forming at The
corner of her eye, The
wizard pulled his arm out, and She
waved to me, ‘Goodbye!’ I
paid the man his money, and I
took the mirror down On
a wooden cart he lent me, And
I took it through Hunan, Then
I packed it on a train and went Off
speeding to Nanjing, Where
I kept a small apartment, And
I turned, and locked us in. I
stood the mirror over by A
meagre wooden shelf, Then
I stood quite still before it Hoping
she would show herself, And
I tried to put my arm inside Like
he had done before, But
the mirror was unyielding, So
I stood there, and I swore! That
night the girl appeared, Standing
right behind the glass, And
she pummelled on the surface As
if she’d be free at last, But
the mirror was ungiving, And
I couldn’t hear her voice, So
I took a ball pein hammer - It
had given me no choice! She
could see me through the mirror, In
alarm, she mouthed ‘Meiyou!’ But
her beauty had beguiled me Though
I knew she’d shouted ‘No!’ I
was fevered and impatient now To
set this beauty free, So
I swung the ball pein hammer And
it shattered, over me! She
fell out through the broken glass, Lay
trembling in my room, Bleeding,
sobbing in the silence, Like
the silence of the tomb, And
she said she’d been imprisoned Since
the days of Qin Shi Huang, Then
she writhed upon the carpet As
her flesh turned into sand. I
had wanted to release her To
relieve those tender tears, But
her body, once released took on The
last two thousand years; She
took one last, despairing look Then
withered up to die, And
for years I’ve sought the answer To
the only question - ‘Why?’ David
Lewis Paget (Glossary - R.M.B.
- Ren-Min-bi - or yuan Chinese
currency. Yāorén
- magician Qing
bang bang wo - (Ching bang bang wor) Please
help me! Meiyou
- (May yo) - No Qin
shi Huang - (Chin Sher Hwang) 1st
Emperor of China - 246-210 BC) © 2012 David Lewis PagetFeatured Review
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