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When the Mirror Fell

The glass of the mirror is shattered,
Its flawlessness irrevocable:
Glistening, Technicolor drops of sorrow.
Beautiful, but terrible,
A reminder of things I?d rather forget.

The sea of shards is razor-sharp, jagged, cutting,
A mere (though terrifying) shadow of what it used to be.
I want more than anything to kneel beside it,
To gather its broken body into my arms,
To take it away, to some haven, and piece it back together.
But I know that, should I try,
The mirror?s serrated slivers would bite into my flesh,
Mercilessly and without remorse.

Even if I had the power to reassemble it,
Things could never be the way they were.
That mirror, that dear, familiar creature,
Who once seemed so unshakably Good,
Took too many things with it when it fell.
Vases were broken,
Holos? frames splintered:
Yet the faces still grin at me,
Still wave at me from that broken picturesque world.

Forevermore, this room is changed.
No longer is it soft or calm;
No longer does it welcome me?or anyone.

My world has gone dark and cold.

And the mirror?oh, the mirror?
The beautiful, fiery, loyal presence
Who once refracted miracles and Light into miniature rainbows
And brought an honest smile to my face
Is no more.
It has become something utterly sinister,
Utterly unknown.
A villain, a bringer of Darkness.
No longer does it make rainbows on the floor
Or reflect a happy child?s smile.

Life is full of unkind knowledge.
We all are plagued with it.
For me, though...
Perhaps the worst of all is that
I did not prevent the change.

I did not stop the mirror's toppling.

 

The mirror is Anakin and the narrator is Padme!



P.S. What KIND of cookie?

 

Very good.
For a second I thought it was Padme until I got towards the end of the poem. The broken mirror is Anakin and the voiceover is Padme.
I like Nestle Tollhouse.

 

::Buzzer sound::

Wrong, guys, but thank you for playing! You got it half-right, so you'll both get half a cookie.

Expect it to arrive by snail mail in approximately three weeks.

 

Just a guess, the mirror is Anakin, and the Narrator is Obi-Wan.

 

oh that was my first guess.

 

Well done, Flamingo. You're correct.

(But thanks to you other guys; in your defense, I WAS vague.)

 

wow, i was really off on my guess. i thought it might have something to do with leia and alderaan but alderaans not character so it should have been obvious. do'h on me.
-mia-

 

AGAIN!!!

What kind of HALF cookie?

 

Your choice of chocolate chip with peanut butter or lemon crisp.

 

what a fantastic poem!

I love poetry, and I really really enjoyed this.

I knew the mirror was Anakin and the narrater Obi-Wan!



At first I thought the mirror was Anakin and the narrator Vader,
when I read this line,

Beautiful, but terrible,
A reminder of things I?d rather forget.

Vader being haunted by the good he once was,

But then by the time I got to the end of the second stanza, I knew it was Obi-Wan grieving the loss of his apprentice.


But I know that, should I try,
The mirror?s serrated slivers would bite into my flesh,
Mercilessly and without remorse.



Just the mere memory of the good in Anakin threatens to overwhem him with despair, and of course, the way this poem is ended was heartbreakingly appropriate.

A very beautiful poem!

 

Nope. I refuse to accept that the mirror was Anakin.
I believe the mirror is Jango Fett and the narrator is Boba.

In my head it makes sense.


Excellent piece.

 

And the mirror?oh, the mirror?
The beautiful, fiery, loyal presence
Who once refracted miracles and Light into miniature rainbows
And brought an honest smile to my face
Is no more.

Loved that, I could see Anakin doing it.

 

I had no idea there was so much great poetry on these boards, but I'm sure glad it's poppin up! That was very poignant, and when I read who it was, I went back and reread and it was even more powerful. You done good, obscurity!

 

A powerful poem. Your carefully crafted words are amazing.

 

I completely forgot about this truly beautiful piece, so I read it again.
Wow.

Amazing!