Several months ago I purchased a small book of poetry entitled “Now Might As Well Be Then” by Glenda Council Beall. The poems are lovely, well written and infused with much warmth – they touched my heart with their tenderness.
The back cover of my book says that Glenda Council Beall holds a degree in Education from the University of Georgia. Her essays, articles and poetry have been published in journals, newspapers and magazines. She is listed in the Poets and Writer’s Directory of American Poets and Writers. Glenda graciously authorized me to publish her poem, below, in my blog. You can read more on Glenda at her blog here (http://www.profilesandpedigrees.blogspot.com/.)
WOMAN IN THE MIRROR
Woman in the Mirror, Theo van Rysselburghe, Belgian 1862-1926
What happened to seventeen,
when I rode my mare
free as the river flows,
jumped over downed trees
splashed through narrow streams?
Marie in the Mirror, Peter Severing Kroyer, Norwegian-Danish, 1851-1909
What happened to twenty
when I danced in the moonlight,
my slender form dressed in a gown
white and shimmery as pearl?
Woman in the Mirror, Theo van Rysselburghe, Belgian 1862-1926
What happened to seventeen,
when I rode my mare
free as the river flows,
jumped over downed trees
splashed through narrow streams?
Marie in the Mirror, Peter Severing Kroyer, Norwegian-Danish, 1851-1909
What happened to twenty
when I danced in the moonlight,
my slender form dressed in a gown
white and shimmery as pearl?
La Toilette, L. C. Breslau, German-Swiss, 1856-1927
What happened to thirty
when I rode my Yamaha
down fire roads, mountain trails,
long black hair flying free?
when I rode my Yamaha
down fire roads, mountain trails,
long black hair flying free?
Woman at the Mirror, Leon de Smet, Belgian, 1881-1966
What happened to those days
I ask the woman in the mirror.
Gone, she says, all gone, unless
you remember it.
What happened to those days
I ask the woman in the mirror.
Gone, she says, all gone, unless
you remember it.
Reflections, Richard Emile Miller, American 1828-1943
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Note: Top picture is from my collection of vintage postcard. It is signed Alice Fidler, 1911.
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