Mirror Image

The mirror was there when we moved in,

Full length, and stood in the hall,

Right where the lounge room opened up

Against the opposite wall.

Yvette was startled at first, she said,

‘That mirror gave me a fright,

To see a figure suddenly there

Stare back in the dead of night.’

 

‘You’ll soon get used to it there, Yvette,

There’s nowhere else it can go,

Once you have moved your chattels in

And filled up the house below.’

‘It’s strange though, isn’t it,’ said Yvette,

‘It reflects the wrong way round,

My right is left and my left is right

Like an opposite me it’s found.’

 

‘You’d better tell her you’re not impressed,

That she’s taken half your face,

And moved it to the opposite side

In a sign of twisted grace.’

For Yvette had one green eye, the right,

And a pale blue eye, the left,

So what stared back from that mirror there

Was a back to front Yvette.

 

She’d stand in front of that mirror there

And would pose, and raise her hand,

‘I raise my right, and it seems to me

I’m reversed in mirror land.’

I said, ‘It’s the same for everyone

But you seem to be obsessed,’

‘It isn’t me,’ said Yvette, ‘you’ll see

When she steps out through the glass.’

 

I woke at night, in the early light

And Yvette was not in bed,

I found her down by the mirror there

Where the morning light was shed.

I crept up slowly behind her there

And saw what Yvette could see,

That figure, facing away from her,

But never a sign of me.

 

‘I told the woman to turn around

And she did, I see my back!’

But so did I, it was such a shock

Like a brought-on heart attack,

Yvette went missing the following day

Though I searched both high and low,

But didn’t stare at the mirror there

Just in case she was… you know!

 

I called her name when the evening came

And she crawled right into bed,

‘You scared me out of my mind,’ I cried,

‘But I don’t know why,’ she said.

She gave me a long, fulfilling kiss

When I stared, as one bereft,

For this Yvette had a blue eye, right

And a green one on the left.

 

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Barbz]

Wow, this mirror and this write has a sort of esoteric mysticism about it! Mirrors often reflect a difference in reality, at least in ones mind. Scary, in a way, but very clever. After disappearing, I'm glad "she wasn't...you know"!! When "this" Yvette came out of the mirror, he took to her with different colored eyes.....so to speak!! LOL!! marvelous D.L.P......It's never Run of the Mill.......Barbz

[Roxie M]

Delighted with your genetically freaky lady, Yvette! LOL! Well written.

[andrew mitchell]

Must be mirror day I was thinking of writing a mirror poem and then you write a classic lol

[Marie]

She was a mirror image all right. And I suppose the original Yvette is stuck in the mirror with a blue eye on the left and angreen one on the right. Or would it be the reverse?