Reflections in a Mirror
Images: Mirror sculptures reflect the forest by Scottish artist Rob Mulholland
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
We see our Selves only in reflection
What is a mirror without a face
Or a face without a mirror
The world is our face
(LH)
Storm Gulls, by artist Francesca Dimond
http://www.fdsculpture.co.uk
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