Mirrors reflect

Mirrors reflect

Though never were they wise

With nothing to say about anything

Other than what is plain to see.

The truth laid out

Or so it would seem

Without embellishment

Or interpretation.

Their lack of disposition

A cause of distress for disappointed recipients.

Bare faced representations

Are given short shrift

Truth sayers are rarely tolerated

In the boudoir.

There are tears

With little regard given

To the neutrality of the glass

A Swiss guard warding

Against the single-minded.

Truth and fiction

Are worlds apart

Standing on either side

Of the silver divide.

Opposites

Who both attract and repel

In equal measure.

There is nothing better

Than a friendly mirror

With less truth to tell

Than a wishing well.

More than a flat-screen

With an imperfect surface

A ripple effect

Bending the light.

Dispersing the truth

A little this way

A little that.

Woe-betide the person

Who would break the truce

The special bond

The timely-ness

Of its reflection.

What it may lack in reliability

Is made up for

In its consistency

The provision of confirmation.

Its bias

A consequence

Of self-delusion

And partial occlusion

Of light

And the denial

Of an inconvenient truth.