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I'm currently fascinated by the trans performance artist Nina Arsenault, but that is almost by the by. There's a photo on her Facebook of an installation in Korea - a series of mirrorhenges in a wood, and I suspect that there may be more than one poem to come out of that image for me, which is why, oddly, I don't propose to post it here.
But here is a sonnet, which may be standalone or may not...
Some mirrors, standing among trees.
In interlocking circles. No one sees
The interlocking circles of the space
between the mirrors, yet your face
if you should walk past moves from glass to air
you cannot see it mirrored; it is there
implied, contained, continued. Comes again
and goes. And if you walk past in the rain
you're mirrored there in every single drop
on glass, in air. Reflections never stop,
but glitter on and pass your face between
image of image. Look upon the scene
and never see how many times you show
We are more in the world than we can know.
But here is a sonnet, which may be standalone or may not...
Some mirrors, standing among trees.
In interlocking circles. No one sees
The interlocking circles of the space
between the mirrors, yet your face
if you should walk past moves from glass to air
you cannot see it mirrored; it is there
implied, contained, continued. Comes again
and goes. And if you walk past in the rain
you're mirrored there in every single drop
on glass, in air. Reflections never stop,
but glitter on and pass your face between
image of image. Look upon the scene
and never see how many times you show
We are more in the world than we can know.
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For some reason the first things that came to mind were the finale of Being Human S2 with all the mirror tricks, which I watched a couple of evenings ago, and the Red Dwarf CSI parody where they relentlessly zoom/enhance on reflection after reflection to find out something they can easily learn by looking at the back of the photo (apologies if I'm remembering it wrong). Sorry, that seems to be where my brain is right now.