I won an Honorable Mention for my poem "Mirror, Mirror" in the Houston Museum of Fine Art's ekphrastic poetry competition. They picked nine pieces of art for poets to write about, one a carved wooden mirror from 19th-century Italy. I would have loved a first place (more bucks), but, as my husband says, "It's better than a sharp stick in the eye." Anyway . . . here is the poem.
What faces have been reflected in this glass?
The artisan, of course, his smug visage
admiring his own handiwork of
carved red pine and gilded paint
as he first hung it on the wall,
his wife smoothing a dark errant curl
slipping loose from her elegant comb,
his young son standing on tippy-toe to find
his brown eyes looking back in surprise.
Countless other faces in the ensuing years:
grave gentlemen straightening their collars,
pretty girls making moues with ...