Image: – Rebeca Cygnus
I had a mirror once
That lied and was dishonest.
I asked it for the truth
It said the truth was all it knew.
I would claw at its surface
My endeavours to climb inside
Thwarted at every attempt
And still it lied.
I threatened it with hammer and destruction
But it smiled back
That toothless malevolent grin
Saying once again the truth was all it knew.
I have sought a great explanation
Have plied it with inquisitive words
Searched for meaning
Understanding and most of all authenticity.
I quizzed the mirror maker
Looked around and upside down
Yet it stubbornly stuck to its word
The truth was all it knew.
I will sell it tomorrow
Buy a more truthful
Honest and benevolent mirror
One I know will tell me my truth
Not some perceived notion
That the truth is all I know.
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Morpethroad 
Perhaps you could sell it to a fun fair. That way it could be in the Hall of Magic Mirrors and lie to everyone else like its brother mirrors 😉 But I think I’d still go with the hammer. I like the picture prompt. You get the impression someone is watching from the other side.
Yes precisely and warping what we see, I have this issue most mornings….some stranger looking back at me…
Yep, but it gets a little better as the day goes on…sometimes 🙂
If you stand back far enough.
This is seriously powerful, such truth in your words. I really like your poem 🙂
Thank you so much Anna, have a good day.
This is fabulous Michael and reminds me of Sylvia Plath’s poem Mirror. It is amazing how different I look in the mirror sometimes there is a 20 year age different from one moment to the next lol
Tell me about it, I have a complete stranger staring back at me and every morning I have to shave his face……the Sylvia Plath poem I used to teach….
It is a fantastic poem =) It is such a strange thing mirror though for me the camera is worse. I have good days in the mirror but never a good day with the camera
Well I can avoid the camera but not the mirror and this old guy keeps getting in my way…..its like a nightmare….
Hubbie just looks at the beard area not at the whole face.
Lucky him….beards just don’t suit me…..
I am trying to imagine you in a beard but I really can’t. Hubbie has a great beard, he doesn’t feel right fully clean shaven though. Everyone is different. I don’t look good in very short hair
I have tried the facial hair thing but I look far more scruffy than normal so off it comes each day and i feel a whole better….
Mirror, mirror . . .
If you find that purveyor of mirrors, please give me their address.
Unfortunately, there is a night light plugged into the outlet under the bathroom mirror. There is no escape from my mirror monster. She is really there day and night.
Good poem.
gremlins again. now it’s me, or is it just the mirror?
I think its you, you aren’t near the mirror by any chance?
Thank you so much, glad you enjoyed the poem even if it resurrected images you encounter. The side to that is we all see images that couldn’t possibly be us….
At times it hard to look in the mirror, especially as we ‘mature’. I really enjoyed your poem Michael.
I’m not at all fond of mirrors. I would ask where I could buy one of the “honest” ones but, quite frankly, I’m not sure I can decipher fact from fiction anymore, so who’s to say I could trust a new one? Enjoyed this piece 🙂
Thanks Mandy yes I agree how honest could an honest mirror be?
Well now I think my mirror needs changing too!!! Great write, Michael, I enjoyed this very much.
Thank you Oliana, have a great evening now….
Thank and you have a great day:)
I’m on my dinner break .
Mirrors never lie. It’s all about the lighting… from within. 😉
Yes I know, so I need to adjust the lighting?
Silly. 😉
Very enjoyable – I like that you interpreted this as a “mirror” searching for the truth.
Thank you Ida. Appreciate your comment and thanks for stopping by. Michael