The slanted, off-kilter fun-house bedroom emptied into a narrow a corridor, a hallway with mirrored walls. The lights were bright, fluorescent lit, and gave the general impression of being trapped inside that Bruce Lee classic, Enter the Dragon. My three boys and I stopped, noticed the hundreds of us-es that seemed to stretch around slight reflective bends until disappearing. We were mirror images upon mirror images, each me reflecting another me-s’ motions. I waved. So did one thousand other me-s.
The children stood amazed, each contorting their faces and watching their numerous corresponding reflections. It was our moment of infinity, a moment wherein each of us stretched from our points of origin into forever.
We walked from the mirrored hall and stepped into the Ozark sun, each of us laughing at our myriad reflections. We were finite again, bound to time and space in a single plane. But as we walked across the blacktop to the nearby ice cream parlor, I wondered aloud whether the myriad other me-s were stepping out of their own respective mirrored rooms and into parallel universes, whether there was a quantum reality where my clone and his three clone-boys were laughing at the us-es they had witnessed. Perhaps they were making their way to their own ice cream parlors, I quipped. Maybe their waffle cone orders would match ours. Maybe they wouldn’t. Perhaps our other-world alternates were discussing the potential realities behind the mirrors and guessing whether I would order a chocolate malt or a root beer float.
My sons paused for a moment to consider. What if there were mirrored versions of themselves stretching along infinite parallels? What if the convergence with our alternate selves was found only in that fun-house mirror moment?
“That’s silly, dad, ” my eldest said.
“Perhaps, ” I said. “But just imagine the possibilities.”
Poetry Prompt: The mirror is just a reflection of reality. Right? Imagine the possibilities behind (or through) the mirror, though. In literature, mirrors have been used as magical objects, as portals for alternative realities or parallel universes. This week, get creative with your mirror poems and consider the magic in the mirror. Consider the alternatives through the looking glass.
Tweetspeak’s Mirror, Mirror Poetry Prompt:
This month we’re considering the theme “Mirror, Mirror, “ and we’ll be composing poems around the subject. How do you participate in this month’s poetry prompt?
1. Consider a mirror, whether a makeup mirror, a hand held mirror, or your rear-view mirror. Listen to our monthly prompt-themed playlist. What images, emotions, metaphors, or allegories do they conjure?
2. Compose your own poem around the theme.
3. Tweet your poems to us. Add a #TSMirror hashtag so we can find it and maybe share it with the world.
4. If you aren’t a Twitter user, or if you’d rather, leave your poem here in the comment box.
5. At the end of the month, we’ll choose a poem to feature in one of our upcoming Weekly Top 10 Poetic Picks.
Last week produced several great “Mirror, Mirror” poems. Consider this snippet from Troy Cady, who penned a poem about a shaving mirror:
Uncorrected eyes strain
through the gripping
closer to this glass
As usual, Maureen Doallas brings a few good words, too. In “Mixed Feelings, ” she writes:
The saddest stuff
needs no mirror,
sees its own
a cavity of grief
to come out unchanged
on the other side.
Donna does her part, tapping out a tautological piece. A snippet from her poem reads:
no matter how far I go,
there I’ll be
dusting off words
looking into the same mirror
seeing the same exact me?
Do you want to have your work highlighted here at Tweetspeak? Join this month’s “Mirror, Mirror, ” poetry prompt, and maybe we’ll highlight your poem in the coming months.
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