Mirroring

Mirroring

Surprise me with connections,
patterns that echo, reflected
through space-time,
mirror images–

copper crystals like tree branches,
rivers shaped as snakes,
snowflakes like stars, the inside of a flower
where a droplet is a sea–

the letter S
half of infinity, ours twined whole.

Photo by Keith Lobo on Pexels.com

I’m hosting dVerse today for our short poem form of 44 words, the quadrille. The prompt word is some form of mirror.

Bound through Time: Haibun

This haibun is for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday. This week we’re supposed to use synonyms for bond and seek. This is also for dVerse, where Björn is hosting. He has asked us to write about mirrors. I am fascinated by mirrors and art with mirrors.

Van_Eyck_-_Arnolfini_Portrait

Jan van Eyck, “The Arnolfini Portrait,” [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

 

I first see this painting in an art book of my parents that I like to flip through. I am drawn to it and its mysterious, infinite mirror world. The couple looks young. The man’s hat seems too large for him, as though they are playing dress-up. The woman is in an elegant, heavy green gown; her hair is shaped into elaborate “horns” that peek out from her lace-trimmed headdress. She is not pregnant, I learn, merely fashionable. Is this a wedding or an engagement? The artist announces in a bold script above the mirror that he is here–a boast for the ages. He sees everything, but is he also one of the guests reflected in the mirror scene?  Here in this painting, life goes on endlessly through the looking glass, while remaining unchanged. The couple is forever young and forever bound together. I, however, grow older, still looking for answers, though no longer sure of the questions.

 

Reflections of souls

time-caught hands clasped, now timeless

eternally spring