Found by Looking Through Glass
Her dissatisfaction lies in the poems that
have no color or conversation in them so…
“Let’s pretend.”
That all of the words of green are covered
in a white quilt.
“Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
And the quilt once more
disappears into the toneless color.
Come back, come back, the world is so bland. She cries.
But “Mind you come up--the regular way-- don’t get blown up!”
Like the red hued x of the Jabberwockey’s eye.
"You know, the Caterpillar added gravely,
it's one of the most serious things that can
possibly happen to one in a battle –
to get one's head cut off."
How wonderful it is, she refutes, to lose all of the color in your face,
to see the purple of your own soul.
“I can see all of [your soul] when I get upon a chair-
all but the bit behind the fireplace.
Oh! I do so wish I could see that bit.”
You can see it all, if you only look.
The flowers of orange and gold say at once.
How could you, even know what a soul is? She asks.
In unison, the flowers respond, “Her face has got some sense in it,
though it’s not a clever one.”
"If you don't hold your tongues, I'll pick you." She shouts.
“Silence, every one of you!” she says to them all.
Alas, I see color.
I decided to post another work in progress so that I could receive some suggestions. This piece is a "found" poem. I used lines from Lewis Carroll's, Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There. I wanted to play with the fonts in the piece to make it feel more like Lewis Carroll's style. Is it too much? Thanks for any comments or suggestions.
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