Antique Mirror

Strolling through the museum today I saw a fancy mirror on the wall. 'Twas framed with baroque gilt and standing nearly nine feet tall. A card attached revealed that is was over eight score years eld. I sat on a nearby bench to muse upon past images it might have beheld. In my reverie I pictured many scenarios, letting my mind roam. Could it have graced the entry hall of a fine Victorian home, Reflecting a gracious young lady clad in fancy ribbon and lace, Sadly parting, seeing her soldier off to war with a final embrace? Perchance it was displayed in the ballroom of a grand hotel, Reflecting the graceful dancing of many a beautiful belle! Could it have been owned by a colonel of cavalry on the frontier, Where he preened himself practicing to appear militarily severe? Perhaps it hung on the wall of a raucous Cripple Creek saloon, Capturing images of high-stepping dancer and drunken buffoon! Maybe it saw a reflection of the sheriff coming through the door, To quell a gunfight, leaving desperadoes sprawled upon the floor! I sensed a profusion of ghostly images peering back at me, Each an icon with a tale that will be etched for all eternity. Reflections of exciting and glorious days now long gone by, Evoking precious memories, perhaps a tear and many a doleful sigh! Entry for Craig Cornish's "Mirror Mirror" Contest