The Other Side of a Mirror

I haven't updated my blog for a long time because everything I have started I haven't been able to finish. I am in a creative rut. I haven't taking pictures, I haven't been reading books, everything has been put on hold. I am trying to decide what direction I am going in..."read the directions directly you will be directed in the right direction." I was reading some poetry online and I came across this poem from Mary Elizabeth Coleridge. The Other Side of a Mirror. Maybe why I a little lost is because I am spending too much time on the other side of a mirror, and for some strange reason I like it there. It's a beautiful poem, I hope you enjoy it.

I sat before my glass one day,

And conjured up a vision bare,

Unlike the aspects glad and gay,

That erst were found reflected there -

The vision of a woman, wild

With more than womanly despair.

Her hair stood back on either side

A face bereft of loveliness.

It had no envy now to hide

What once no man on earth could guess.

It formed the thorny aureole

Of hard, unsanctified distress.

Her lips were open - not a sound

Came though the parted lines of red,

Whate'er it was, the hideous wound

In silence and secret bled.

No sigh relieved her speechless woe,

She had no voice to speak her dread.

And in her lurid eyes there shone

The dying flame of life's desire,

Made mad because its hope was gone,

And kindled at the leaping fire

Of jealousy and fierce revenge,

And strength that could not change nor tire.

Shade of a shadow in the glass,

O set the crystal surface free!

Pass - as the fairer visions pass -

Nor ever more return, to be

The ghost of a distracted hour,

That heard me whisper: - 'I am she!'