With the choice of a thousand mirrors
it was almost impossible for her
to choose just one.
Some were filled with jealous glances
always trying to compete.
For centuries now
her little kingdom
was strewn with broken mirrored glass.
There wasn’t a safe corner
she knew it was her own fault
always trying to tiptoe
being careful.
Until one day
she ordered for the shards to be picked up
to be cleared and fired.
All the broken mirrors
would now be combined to make one.
Burned and brought back to attention
the liquid filled many cups.
This, her glamorous pool of desire
was something altogether different
it was impossible not stare at it.
The fiery red anger
of the flared up tips
caused the flames to dance around her.
She stood over her collection
she was proud of her look
narcissistic or whatever
she didn’t care what the others thought.
A deep belly red crimson
matching the color of her lips
she stood guard as the liquid got even hotter
the best of her
played in the reflections.
With a strong and heavy kiss
she gave her approval.
The liquid glass poured
a very thin sheet covered her world
with a delicate layer
her once delicate heart
was now sealed.
Starting over with this new exterior
This new glass would protect her now.
Her wise and smarter heart,
the fool no more,
now she could spend hours
looking aimlessly in the mirrors of others.
There are some that will pay
for the cherished honor
of being able to hold hers.
The handle with its deep golden inlay
with the carved words
“doubt thou the star is fire
doubt the sun doth move
doubt truth to be a liar
never doubt thy love.”
The frame outlined in rubies
each quarter marked by a diamond.
This would be her final keepsake
a treasured momento
to pass onto
her daughter.
