Free Verse: The Dressing Mirror Poem by Caryl Ramsdale

Tilting a full length oval, cheval glass mirror
mounted in a hand carved, cherry wood frame,
I polish its slick surface while scrutinizing my likeness.
The left and right images of me are reversed.
A mite taller than an average woman’s height—
expressive features as soft as the small voice within
spirited by pulsating matters of the mind—
animate my wide-eyed, childlike, amused grin.
Because I know any mirror can be a best or worst friend,
I look into it’s depth to appraise my worth
and judge only my physical appearance instead of using it
to examine my innermost thoughts and feelings.
Mulling over my beliefs, needs and deeds
I continue to buff my reflection in the looking glass.
The way I see it, my way of life is a mirror image of my individuality
and personhood as an internationally known Christian poet.