This morning I looked into my bathroom mirror and got a fright. Who is this woman? Do I know her?
Well…of course I know her. Still, there’s something about mirrors that feels like betrayal. They’re so honest!
So I washed my hair and washed my face and, for at least a few minutes, felt quite lovely, thank you.
Here’s a poem I wrote in December 2016. I’ve had it on my mind for about a week, so now it’s your turn to have it on your mind–for at least the minute it takes to read it!
Her bespoke face
betrayed no provenance
no signature or style
save those life etched within each line
each scar and curve of chin and cheek
No sign of props placed here and there
to hold it all in space
no awkward look or heavy paint
to dazzle or illuminate
Just a canvas standing there
with pleasant eyes of burning depth
and mouth with upturned corners
Quite suddenly she smiled at me
and said hello-how-are-you?
One of a kind I see — said I —
with hat tipped to my Maker
Given today’s upheavals here and abroad, I pray each of us will find a bit of peace and hope to share with neighbors and strangers alike. Thank you for stopping by.
©Elouise Renich Fraser, 28 February 2022
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