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covering mirrors during mourning a beautiful custom of respect, enjoyed this haiku and how it prompted this idea
Some say its done to spare the rest the guilt of surviving....your words capture the essence of the custom in question.
Deep contemplation and reflecting great sorrow!!
"mirrors draped in black"A powerful image, for me, of sitting shiva during bereavement...Day 2: Mirror
It's such a vivid image, and so sad. I think in my country (Bulgaria) we cover them in white linnen. But then, I'm not really sure of the colour, neither of the reason.
A sad and poignant haiku.A draped mirror says so much.
mirror draped in blackis our reflection alive?or now an unknown?
Very deep!Well thought through!
a powerful image.in our custom we cover it in red.
Much thanks Christine for stopping, So happy you like my Haiku.Melanie
Rek,It is an old Victorian custom as is hair wreaths. They were very big on mourning jewelry also.Melanie
Thank you Nanka for once again stopping to read my work.Melanie
Sitting shiva is another way to show respect for the dead. Thanks for reading my Haiku.Melanie
Mariya, much thanks for reading my Haiku. Tradition requires a show of loss and mourning, I think that was from the Victorian era. They were very into mourning.Melanie
I agree mjshorte. They also would put a black wreath on the front door of the house and wore black bowed arm bands.Thanks for reading my poem.Melanie
Like this very much. Happy you could use my Haiku as a jumping point for another poem.Melanie
Thanks Andy, glad you liked it.Melanie
dsnake1, much thanks for reading my Haiku. Glad you liked it.Melanie
A sad and thoughtful poem, Melanie. It brought to mind some of the Victorian era novels I read when I was younger; I remember reading of such customs when a character in the book died.
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!