The looking glass (version 2)

~ The Looking Glass ~
An observation of the following painting:
A lady at the Virginals with a gentleman
Jan Vermeer, 1632-1675

http://www.royalcollection.org.uk/egallery/object.asp?object=405346&row=0&detail=magnify

Solitude daydreams with her heavy heart,
Her mocking hell stabs a steely sneer.
Loneliness spills its cold sobbing oceans.
Drenching lives that now silently die.
In the wounded and blood-hued moonlight,
No one wants to hear the wailing screams.
The eternal lost and never found.
There is no escape for her!

Stumbling, cursing he enters the room,
Spewing a storm of rot from inside.
His tart filled promises faintly echo.
Cruelly repeating his selfish stroke.
The impossible smoulder cannot defy,
Habitual lying. Perpetual pain.
Each day he commits, a slow suicide.
There is no escape for him!

Pity these fools, in their wretched dungeon.
Resentment, reeling within tied vowels.
Alas, these times are steeped in despair.
Forever an age, repeating history.
There is no escape for them!

Through the mirror, a world of sunshine,
Where companionship dances with love.
Compassion for song and pleasure of life;
always together, husband and wife.
There is no escape; not even through-
The Looking Glass!

M. Moran
16.03.08