The Mirror Struggled

The mirror struggled; reflecting beauty such as hers Prescribed a glory in the challenge - a fairytale Or such as like! To shimmer back hypnotic hues From auras of her skin - how do mirrors cope? Hoary tales of pretty adolescent buds Could never hope to match the tomes of dreamy Pulchritude apprising us of such a belle as she. The mirror shone; and as it worked itself, a moment - Did it overlook the hidden melancholy? Were melting eyes bedewed-? Florid lips imbued With mournfulness? The hindrance of the silver glass! Oh! to seek - to know the meaning of the sorrow! She (with tearful hair, an image out of heaven) Never opened up her heart. The mirror struggled. Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009 mirror mirror mirror - mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror - mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror - mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror - mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror - mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror - mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror - mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror mirror - mirror mirror mirror