Through the Looking Glass

Through the Looking Glass

A Poem by Xanthous Crow
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For a friend, wherever you are. I hope you're back in wonder land.

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At night I hear them call to me,
Promising dreams and adventures extraordinary
A beautiful world - (brand new and shiny!) -, as far as my eye can see
A world where the trees are giant - (or are they small?) - and the air filled with lilting notes of the canary

Into the looking glass I go
Onto a carpet of velvet grass
Clouds in shapes of pictures does the sky show
Encapsulated in this little world of glass

And I meet the cat, I meet the hare
The hatter, mad, with his tea
The twins, the girl, the worm are there
All waiting - waiting - waiting for me

I feel your hand inside mine
As we go meet the queen and her soldiers
The queen, tall and proud, upon her throne - above all! - where her diadem does shine
We watch her bark her orders - (something about off with our heads?) - I stare at you; you promised you would be sober.

The soldiers go hither and thither
Scritch and scratch upon their board
O! how is it here that time does slither!
I am put to death by the sword

It is not enough, I say, I want more
The needle tears another hole
The snow, for you, opens the door
Back to never-land, amidst those gay and airy souls

The little girl warned me:
No, don't! Don't eat those mushrooms!
These spots before my eyes, butterflies, what could they be?
But before I have a chance, I am dragged back to reality, back to the cold, black room - (which stinks of prudence and despair) -

Back unto reality, my world is falling apart at the seams
I long to go through the glass, back to wonder-land
But the chrome reminds me it is fleeting - (a dream!) -
A perennial torture I must withstand

Will I never go back to never-never-never land?


© 2012 Xanthous Crow


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I remember reading Alice and wonderland and hearing how it was all drug induced writing. The imagination is a big an important part of our lives not only as writers but also to keep us sane. If there was a never-never land I'd surely go. Your imagination is used to good affect here as you utilize themes and descriptions from the story very well. Nice job on this Xanthous.

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I remember reading Alice and wonderland and hearing how it was all drug induced writing. The imagination is a big an important part of our lives not only as writers but also to keep us sane. If there was a never-never land I'd surely go. Your imagination is used to good affect here as you utilize themes and descriptions from the story very well. Nice job on this Xanthous.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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