She said she levitated in the hallway
appearing in the dark wooden mirror
puppeting her reflection in the glass.
There she was, framed
by a colourful but delicate bell collection,
undusted, one rung for dinner.
She too a belle,
and in moments of levity
must have been smiling or serene.
I imagine her rainbow
the three walls of the hall,
her elaborate dreamworld
sneaking out of the letterbox
and taking this long to get here.