Mirror

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful ‚
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.
Sylvia Plath

Thankfully this old mirror is a little too mossy and unloved to see any fish! Spotted in one of my favourite derelict houses. Thanks to notowennewitt for hosting this week's Derelict Sunday challenge.

Wild,wet and windy - an ideal day for slaving over the hot blog. I think it might be ready for tomorrow. Official holy well month starts tomorrow, just find yourself a well, blip away, upload and tag holywell and let's see how many we can come up with! The excitement is mounting and spotsoftime just couldn't wait and has already been out looking for one. She found a goody. Check out her extra of the little well that cures poisons from the body!  I've had permission to visit the one I want to go to tomorrow and will don wellies and battle the forecasted gales which could be interesting as it's on a very exposed headland! If you don't hear from me tomorrow I fell at well one!