She knelt where night and dawn entwines
the water cold, the air like wine.
The lake lay still, a breathing glass,
where souls of old and shadows pass.
Her face appeared, yet not her own,
a younger ghost, in silver tone.
The girl, she began to rise,
with moonlight burning in her eyes.
"Why do you call me from the deep?"
the spirit asked, "why do you weep?
The years you lost are not your chain,
they bloom as lilies after the rain.'
Her hair once gold, like Autumn fire,
now wove the wind's lyre.
Her hands, pale sails on aging seas,
released her life with trembling ease.
Beneath the knotted boughs,
a veiled breath whispers secrets
trees cradle old ghosts,
their root's clutching shadow's dark heart,
where silent horrors grow.
Owls with hallow eyes,
chant wisdom from abyss,
their calls as lips tremor,
a warning in feathered sound
the dark knows what we hide.
She saw her childhood face fade,
her laughter though rippled, played.
The voice below began to sing,
of birth, of death, of everything.
The lake drew close, a mirror's kiss,
a hush, a pull, a drowning bliss,
and when the dawn rose, soft and slow,
the shore was still, no face below.
Yet every wave that met the sky
still hummed and hummed her name
as it passed by.
A whispered vow that will not die.
I am the breath that holds her sigh,
the dream beneath the earth and sky.
She came to me, with mortal grace,
and left her tears upon my face.
Tears slip to the lake -
her older self gazes back
breaking, then blooming.
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
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19 responses to “The Mirror Below – by Heather Mirassou”
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Thank you my friend.
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Luminous writing. I love that last part. It’s so perfect and ties your whole poem together beautifully.
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Your poem is so mystical and entrancing!
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You’re welcome, and enjoy the holiday season!
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Its a beautiful, mystical piece.
A gentle comment on life’s movements, aging, nostalgia, the hint of regret. With a final nod towards optimism — the cycle continues.
Its great. Nuanced and with emotional depth.LikeLike
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Thank you Dom for taking the time to read and comment on all of my poetry, it means the world to me!
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Tears can be so formative as part of living and transforming.
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Yes, always Bjorn.
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There are many stages of transformation in life, you touch on them all in this poem, very nice.
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting on my poem.
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This is stunning Heather
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Likewise Heather 🤗
It is a pleasure to read your words.!LikeLike
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Awe, your comment made my day. I have never written one, so I am a newbie! I am so glad you enjoyed it. Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment, it is comments like yours that motivate me to keep writing poetry!
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