I’m feeling disoriented,

out of sorts with the world

and seeing things I wish not to see

I may as well look in a mirror, to witness

the events in a different light,

the slant,

the obscene askew

and I pray for my soul

that I shall not become

the Jekyll and Hyde

in the seeking game.

 

Through a mirror darkly,

not one cracked from side to side

nor from bottom to top, but one

fractured and splintered

from front to back

through

the mirror glass

and with no white rabbit in sight

Alice’s dress and bows

do not suit my demeanour

and no Cheshire Cat am I

feeding on sarcasm and plundered wit.

 

Instead my world gets altered

the suit I wear the only one

but fit for all occasions

and I wear it with no pride,

no valour,

no shame

for the robes of the mirror are too dark to see

clearly

now as the view is ever changeable

and I hide myself away with caution,

the safety of green leaves

covering my naked body

and with Alice beside me, exhausted from the hunt,

   the Cheshire Cat lays silent…

 

and all things are reversed

Ian D. Hall 2015