Mirror, Mirror On The Wall


Roses & Brimstone

As you can already tell, I have this mirror. Mounted onto the wall behind it that is still furnished with last century’s wallpaper of pale sickly lavender, it is nothing more than just a piece of glass. Rimmed with an intricate gold, as olive branches sprouted across its circular frame, it was smeared with old lipstick stains and oily fingerprints. Absolutely lacklustre, almost uninspiring.

Now, you may be wondering, why did I spend the last few sentences describing this dreary thing. Well, I have news for you. This was or maybe is no ordinary mirror. If you were to look at it with the usual eyes, to check upon one’s attire or countenance or even to just glance at it occasionally from time to time, all you would see is your reflection as expected of any glass. However, if you were to look at it searching for answers or thoughts…

View original post 1,065 more words

This entry was posted in Uncategorized on by .

About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.