March is not a destination month in New England. It is not known for seasonal magnificence: Neither snow, nor foliage, nurturing rains or fabulous beach weather. There are no songs about it. April might be great in Paris, but where does anyone go to because it is March?
In its defense, March is a transition month. Winter and Spring alternate daily. And on a cold, rainswept Saturday afternoon, I thought I’d have some fun and try writing a poem for the Friends of the West Roxbury Library 27th Annual Poetry contest. The theme is mirror/windows:
Before Me
Before me,
Before the mirror,
Was reflection
In a lake-pond
A mystical accident to see one’s self
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Before me,
The mirror was miraculous craft,
An alchemist’s work,
Reflection of self at one’s whim
Amazing simulacrum of everything seen and found anew
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Before me,
As a child,
The mirror was a fantastic window,
To a world in reverse,
Magically filled with the world backward-again
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Before me,
As adolescent,
The mirror showed me, I thought,
Unsure and hopeful
A glimpse of the perspective of others
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Before me,
Midway through my life
I see the years I wear,
Having never imagined being here,
Thinking of when I’ll have no reflection, backward-again
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