mon miroir d’hiver

her eyes are my eyes

mountain pine fireflies


on gilded eucalyptus

united for the first time

beneath a December sky


her heart is my heart

delicate lace valentines


in thoracic tornadoes

ignited like dynamite

on a winter’s night


her laugh is my laugh

golden ray sunshine


in fields of dandelions

undeniably requited

by New Year’s light

a. duncan, 2019


| in dedication to Savannah, my daughter, my truest love |






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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

14 thoughts on “mon miroir d’hiver

    1. Thank you, what sweet feedback! I’m so glad you sensed the special connection in the metaphors. She’s half Californian and half West Virginian. So I like to say she’s an “ocean firefly”, each is representative of her parents respective homes. ♥️🌻

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    1. Tom! Thank you darling. She is truly kaleidoscope child – so many bright and gorgeous images come to mind when I try to describe her. It’s special to me that I can share these special feelings with you all. 🙏🏼♥️🌞

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  1. From one mother to another, I can tell you that this tugs at my heart and is beautiful beyond words, time, oceans and any physical element. I can nearly feel those arms that encircle your heart for infinity. So beautiful.

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    1. Oh, my goodness, thank you so much. The hair on my arms stood up reading this comment… I didn’t realize you were a mother as well, so it gives my heart a firm caress to know you read this with an intimate understanding of the sentiment in which it was written. Thank you, thank you. I often struggle to describe the kind of love that is born when one becomes a parent. It’s too big, too complex, too special to be captured in words or metaphor. So I instead tend to rely on simplicity…. after all, it’s simply the purest love there is. ⭐️♥️

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      1. You could not have said this better. There are really no ways to express the depth of the kind of love you feel for a child… I love the images you use in the poem to describe this, the way you single out occasions of the year, the fireflies, the lace valentine, the eucalyptus… your eyes are hers, your heart is hers…. it is so pure, like you were describing these things in the way she might see them or feel them too…

        I had made a conscious decision to leave being a mother out of my poetry and comments on here, but this poem moved me so much, and I felt so connected to you in those mother and woman feelings, I wanted to share. It’s like a visceral response, the poem makes me feel all ovaries and uterus and connected. I really wanted to share that. Thank you April ❤️

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