Notes About The Poem

Written 10th August

Poetry Wheel Challenge:

Theme: Adventure   Emotion: Courage    Color: Pearl

Season: Midwinter   Form: Ode.         Object: Mirror    Verb: Sing

 

 

Ode to a Mirror that Sings in Midwinter

It begins quietly—  
not with a step outward,  
but with a turning.

The mirror is already waiting.

Pearl-light, not bright, not dim—  
something between breath and bone,  
as if the surface remembers  
every face that has hesitated before it.

I come to it without ceremony.  
No armor. No declaration of bravery.  
Just the small, brittle sound of being here.

And still—  
it asks.

Not loudly.  
Never loudly.

It asks in the way frost asks the window  
to hold its pattern,  
in the way winter asks the trees  
to stand without answers.

Look, it says.  
Look longer than comfort allows.

There is adventure here,  
though no road unfolds,  
no horizon splits open with promise.

Only this:  
a depth that does not end  
because it is not distance,  
but return.

I thought courage would feel like fire—  
a flare, a rising, a refusal to break.

But here, in this pearl-lit quiet,  
it is something else entirely.

A staying.

A listening  
so complete  
it becomes a kind of song.

And yes—  
the mirror sings.

Not with sound,  
but with recognition.

Each breath fogs the surface,  
then clears—  
a rhythm of appearing and vanishing,  
as if the self must be sung into being  
again  
and again.

I see the tremor.  
I see the unfinished parts.  
I see the places where I almost turned away.

And I do not.

This is the crossing—  
not over land or sea,  
but through the thin, cold space  
between who I am  
and who I refuse to see.

Midwinter holds me there.

No bloom.  
No promise of easy thaw.

Only the slow making of something enduring—  
like pearl,  
formed in the quiet insistence of time,  
layered around an irritation  
that never fully leaves.

So I stand.

And if my voice comes,  
it comes softly—  
cracked, uncertain,  
but mine.

I sing.

Not to be heard,  
but to remain.

And the mirror,  
faithful keeper of this small, fierce act,  
holds it—  
turns it—  
gives it back as light.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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Onclaud Avatar
September 1, 2026 at 5:29 PM
got more grreat stuff, ali ? huggs
Smith  Avatar
September 1, 2026 at 6:20 PM
I am always working on something new....
Daniels Avatar
August 27, 2026 at 11:25 PM
Excellent rendition of self-reflection using Mid-winter and Mirror > beautiful capture of the metaphoric role of mirrors in our lives. Love the subtle confrontations of inner dimensions. Powerful final line. The articulation of mid-winter colour, pausing & quiet salute is very well done. Very good format for subject matter. This is my favourite line : “ a depth that does not end because it is not distance, but return.” Enjoyed this read today. PS. When I was in Solitary Confinement Prison, the thing I missed most was a mirror. Lol. I could not confront the ego : except to try to see my face in the fire-bucket of water outside my cell door when they came to sweep the cell. Your poem brought up this memory, Alison . ThkU.
Smith  Avatar
August 28, 2026 at 6:13 AM
I am glad it was a good memory to bring back. Thank you for your comment.❤️🪞
Hampapura L Avatar
August 26, 2026 at 8:25 PM
Super🥰
Smith  Avatar
August 27, 2026 at 1:28 AM
Thanks❤️
Crandall Avatar
August 26, 2026 at 1:38 PM
What a writer you are! I enjoyed reading this interaction with the mirror. It seems like a metaphor for self-reflection, "the mirror is already waiting".
Smith  Avatar
August 26, 2026 at 2:31 PM
I like your interpretation, thanks David ❤️
Terry Avatar
August 26, 2026 at 12:00 PM
The sinister imagery of this poem kept me enthralled from start to finish. This is a fantastic entry for the contest.
Smith  Avatar
August 26, 2026 at 2:30 PM
Thank you Angela❤️
Dietrich Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 11:19 PM
Couldn't get my comment to take. Now I can't get rid of the clones comment
Smith  Avatar
August 26, 2026 at 2:38 AM
All good i get to answer twice....
Dietrich Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 11:17 PM
Wow. What a profound poem. To think it came from a poetry wheel challenge. That's incredible. I recall being in a group pre 2009. We got ten buzz words. And everyone would write the poem the words inspired. I used to write many of my finest poems that way. So strange!
Smith  Avatar
August 26, 2026 at 2:39 AM
It's been the source of quite a few poems.
Dietrich Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 11:17 PM
Wow. What a profound poem. To think it came from a poetry wheel challenge. That's incredible. I recall being in a group pre 2009. We got ten buzz words. And everyone would write the poem the words inspired. I used to write many of my finest poems that way. So strange!
Kauffman Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 12:05 PM
Alison, this poem is a profound reflection of your inner pilgrimage through creative imagery of a deeply sensitive soul. There is artistry reflected in your images and metaphors. I enjoyed your vision very much. Best wishes in the challenge! Blessings for your clear sighted journey!
Moraba Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 1:18 PM
Yes… Beautiful❤️🇿🇦🇺🇸
Leiser Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 7:34 AM
Wow! So many excellent metaphors and vignettes of imagery in such a deeply meaningful poem, Alison! Your powerful writing is deep and reflective. I admire your ability to take us on a thoughtful journey through “the looking glass” of aging (a subject I can relate to!) Thank you!
Smith  Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 2:54 PM
Thank you Laura, it helps if you dont look too closely.
DiMino Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 6:37 AM
"something between breath and bone, as if the surface remembers every face that has hesitated before it." -- Wow. Great imagery, profound. "It asks in the way frost asks the window to hold its pattern," -- Love that! "a rhythm of appearing and vanishing, as if the self must be sung into being again and again." -- a surfacing argument for reincarnation. The soul informs us in subtle ways. A great poem. Thank you for sharing.
Smith  Avatar
August 25, 2026 at 2:53 PM
I appreciate your visit and kind words.
Onclaud Avatar
August 24, 2026 at 9:15 PM
your mastery of images lies in expressing a thought through subtle mirror- like imprints...this one is no exception, ali... a poetic gem
Smith  Avatar
August 24, 2026 at 10:03 PM
Thank you Nette , you warm my heart with your generous read.❤️
Maverick Avatar
August 24, 2026 at 12:48 PM
This is piece of many splinters Alison, the reflections diverse yet Direct.' Me thinketh i will hide in the Assorted fragnents, and see how my future could lie.?
Smith  Avatar
August 24, 2026 at 4:23 PM
Thank you so much for such a beautifully poetic comment. I love your imagery of hiding within the "assorted fragments" to glimpse your future—it perfectly captures the quiet introspection and diverse truths a mirrored reflection can offer. I'm truly honored that the poem resonated with you and invited you to find your own journey within its splinters.❤️
Kendrick Avatar
August 24, 2026 at 5:56 AM
A deep work descriptive and emotive. Winter comes on us quickly and sometimes without warning. Thank you for sharing this one with us. Way to go. 👍✍️. Sara K.
Gibbons Avatar
August 13, 2026 at 9:35 PM
Powerful write 📖✍️ love " pearl ~ white not bright ~ not dim "🤔 me thinks the mirror creating a rap song 🙌🥰 just love your inspiration creation a fav for sure today you genius at work with your ink 😍hugzzz my friend
Smith  Avatar
August 14, 2026 at 1:59 AM
Thank you Dorothy❤️
Hind Avatar
August 11, 2026 at 9:22 PM
powerful, dear Alison!!
Smith  Avatar
August 11, 2026 at 11:54 PM
Thank you Paige❤️
Daniel Avatar
August 11, 2026 at 8:44 PM
Heartfelt poem, Alison😊
Smith  Avatar
August 11, 2026 at 11:54 PM
Thank you so much❤️
Rodrigues Avatar
August 11, 2026 at 6:00 AM
Pearl-light, not bright, not dim… as if the surface remembers every face that has hesitated before it… Look longer than comfort allows…love that we find that it is you singing in the mirror, quietly, bravely. Much content. A fave❤️
Smith  Avatar
August 11, 2026 at 2:00 PM
Thanks Kim much appreciated❤️
Andresen Avatar
August 10, 2026 at 5:27 AM
- An honest look in the mirror, Alison...a truly skillful description - hugs
Smith  Avatar
August 10, 2026 at 5:47 AM
Thanks Anne-Lise. 🫂🤗
Scragg Avatar
August 10, 2026 at 3:58 AM
Beautiful work Alison 😄🌺 I love the comparisons you made in the verse following "never loudly" ... what gorgeous description. And I love the way you present inner strength with the words, "I sing. Not to be heard, but to remain" this is a very powerful couple of lines. The person who battles on and the mirror giving it "back as light" such depth and understanding in this Poem Alison.. truly pure and beautiful. 🌺💐😊
Smith  Avatar
August 10, 2026 at 4:00 AM
Thank you Natasha .... I am starting to feel much more like a poet.🌹📖
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