She Looked In The Fireplace Mirror

 

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She looked in the fireplace mirror,

Face lit with the heat of the fire,

That warmed the dead, and the living,

Who of their tears did tire.

 

Around her the few, and the lonely,

Sat quietly, undisturbed,

Yet each the other heard breathing,

Though none dared utter a word.

 

And the priest looked old, and saddening

For he could cast no magical spell-

As the flames of the fire flickered and flared-

He wondered if they were in hell.

 

A cat curled up in a corner,

Content with a memory or two,

Of the one they now all mourned for,

To whom they had never been true,

 

Two slender white scented candles,

Sat graced by two flowers of light,

On top of an elegant casket,

Her bed her fare-welling night.

 

She looked in the fireplace mirror,

At the woman once she had been,

And remembered a longed for lover,

She once, in a dream, had seen.

 

She looked in the fireplace mirror,

‘Til the priest seemed to mutter, “Let’s pray,”

And the mourners took up their poses,

And thought of the new coming day.

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One comment on “She Looked In The Fireplace Mirror

  1. Christopher Black says:

    Reblogged this on One Voyce of the World.

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