I saw a great painting hanging in the Louvre

Called, "Sad Little Girl With a Kitty."

Her shirt was grey and so was the kitten

Against an apron of ivory white.
She beheld herself in a dim glass

Where the little girl looked like a woman,

And the kitten looked like a cat.

And the woman's eyes were sea mist grey

With tiny flecks of gold, 

As if the sun were shining somewhere,

And also there was a blue undertone,

That said the clouds might break up soon

And let the wind blow them away

And be replaced by the white puffy kind
That make the sailors sing.

But I was amazed that the painter thought that

A little girl who had a kitty could be sad,

And had titled his painting that way.

For whether the sea be blue or grey,

Or whether the kitten should be a cat,

 And if only in an understated way,

The girl might be a woman,

I could see the triple goddess in the maiden 

And the power of possibility 

Dwelling even in the chaos.

Of course it was my morrow
And my mirror.

-jenn