Reflections in a Mirror

Reflections in a Mirror

- by Lucy Hinton

To truly recognise something, anything

I must trace where it lives

Within the soft burrow of myself

For though I may have forgotten it

We sprung forth from the same kiln

And contain pieces of each other -

That it is how

It knows my name.

When I look upon the autumn treetops

Billowing and swiping in urgent gusts;

When my face follows the white gulls

Calling out shrill and clear

Across the stormy heavens

Like fearless sky-pirates;

And my ears note the lone crow

Seeking a place unknown

For shelter,

His shiny black back

An inky bullet of harsh & lawless trouble;

When the sound of heavy rain

Takes me trickling down into a mossy mood

All rich and wet with damp scents

That rise strange and familiar;

They are reminding me

Of something old

Some place wild

That I already contain

Beneath my body-clothes

They are the mirror by which

I may behold myself

Reflections in a Mirror

- by Lucy Hinton, September 2010

When you recognize anything

You trace where it lives

Within the soft burrow of yourself

For though you may have forgotten it

You sprung forth from the same kiln

And contain pieces of each other.

That it is how

It knows your name.

When you look upon the autumn treetops

Billowing and swiping in urgent gusts,

When your face follows the white gulls

Calling out shrill and clear

Across the stormy heavens

Like fearless sky-pirates,

And your ears note the lone crow

Seeking a place unknown

For shelter,

His shiny black back

An inky bullet of lawless trouble,

When the sound of heavy rain

Takes you trickling down into a mossy mood

All rich and wet with damp scents

That rise strange and familiar,

They are reminding you

Of something old

Some place wild

That you already contain

Beneath your body-clothes

They are the mirror by which

You may behold yourself