It was a tragedy, seven years’ misfortune.
And yet, the shards were beautiful,
sharp edges shimmering,
a dark rift spreading
as the mirror cracked
from side to side. A waterfall
of tiny splinters tumbled
to the stone flagged floor
and underneath the bathroom door,
tiny jewels of tears
sobbed from her magnificent reflection:
bound by a curse, her soul is free.
Kim M. Russell, 2nd December 2019
For her final post ever with the Toads, which she says was a bittersweet task, Rommy has turned to the power of words. She would like us to reflect on words that mean something special to us, write a poem based on them, and share what the actual words were that inspired us.
When I was nine years old, we had a wonderful teacher who loved poetry, stories and language. One of the poems she had us recite was ‘The Lady of Shalott’ by Alfred, Lord Tennyson. I loved the sound of the words, the way they rolled in my mouth, as if they were magic spells. My favourite lines were:
‘She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro’ the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look’d down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack’d from side to side’
and they stayed with me, especially the final line.