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Cover The Mirrors
All the mirrors were covered every night in my grandmother’s house draped with coloured cloths like the budgie’s cage. She was worried that a soul might wander and be sucked into the reflective glass and she thought the souls of dreamers were very vulnerable. I thought that the budgie must be covered because at night even with the door closed, his soul might fly the cage and disappear into the mirror. Sometimes she forgot to cover the cage, though never the mirrors and then I would examine the mirrors carefully to check that it was me in there and not his feathered soul. Then I would check his cage to make sure that he was still inside with his soul intact She told me not to worry that his cage was only covered to make it dark so he would sleep. But I didn’t believe her. It made no sense if it was dark anyway. So I always checked
the mirrors.
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes.
Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/