MIRROR CRACK'D

from side to side
splitting glass
across the plane
bending outward
her face
And into the illusion
of the mirror's trick
it hung with meloncholy
like a Tennysonian refrain
that could not shake
its sadness
Her hands pulled back
her thick brown hair
to see a lover
in the mirror's glare
standing
through a window pane
And past the shadowy veil
blazing bold
within the light
she heard a clarion
calling
Her breast heaved high
she breathed it low
in the stale air
of gloom
she made three steps
toward the door
then left the welfare
of her room...