Three ladies in miniature
in a glass cabinet
filled with treasures
sparkling under the electric light
as they most likely waited then
while an artist created the selfie of their time
I wonder what they were thinking then
and what they would think now
if they could see through their painted eyes
the world as it is
would they share their thoughts or hold them close
as their expressions remain poised to be painted?
“Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly’s done, when the battle’s lost and won.”
― William Shakespeare, Macbeth