‘Through The Looking Glass’

 

The 'cover' of my 'debut single' (okay, not really my debut single...) - drawn/designed by moi!

The ‘cover’ of my ‘debut single’ (okay, not really my debut single…) – drawn/designed by moi! Was going to upload it today, but WordPress won’t let me… Oh, and Sadie Rigby is my proposed stage-name (my real name being too susceptible to mispronunciations) – guess which two Beatles tunes I drew inspiration from!

 

Well – I thought it was about time I published another poem! This one is called ‘Through The Looking Glass’, and is about – you guessed it – the Lewis Carroll classic, Alice Through The Looking Glass. I wrote this one for the ‘Art and Poetry’ division of a “academic gala day” called the da Vinci Decathlon. It involves ten divisions (hence the event name), including engineering, maths (or ‘mathematics’), English, philosophy, science, code-breaking, cartography, acting, general knowledge and – obviously – art and poetry (don’t ask me why poetry wasn’t in English…). I wasn’t involved in the science/maths-related tasks (much stronger in more creative/wordy/arty/musical subjects…), but I helped out with English, philosophy, acting, general knowledge and – again, obviously – art and poetry. In the general knowledge division, one of the questions was ‘Name the Beatles album about a tour’ (Magical Mystery Tour – and it’s not even a proper studio album (it was only released in the US at first), as I pointed out on the bus trip back to school, that day), to my delight! But – back on topic – I wrote the poem for the art and poetry bit (the theme of which was ‘Through The Looking Glass’) to order, so I feel know I can do better, but I’m quite proud of it (if I say so myself!). Oh, and my school won the Art and Poetry, and came third overall! I quoted ‘Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds’ for a couple of lines, so see if you can spot what parts I am referring to. Here it is:

 

Through The Looking Glass

Hair the colour of freshly-fallen snow,

A dress of sapphire-blue sky;

The ‘angel’ trips and slips through the glass –

‘Agh,’ she screams as she plummets down,

through blatantly-beastly black.

Our ‘angel’ awakes amongst chaos and magic –

‘ROAR,’ yells the lion, ‘splat’ cracks the egg.

Marmalade trees, kaleidoscope eyes,

Newspaper taxis, marshmallow pies.

A cloud of ruby-coloured royalty sashays through the land;

A tart in her palm, a dagger in her sleeve.

In a midst of fury, she thrusts it at the picturesque young girl;

‘Help!’ she cries as she draws her last breath.

The glass that was the entry to this world, shattered by murder.

The angel’s once-blue dress now stained with the colour of fire.

 

So there you go – a poem that is about two months old and quite obviously written to order, but I don’t mind it at all (otherwise it wouldn’t be up here!). Now, I was going to post my cover of ‘Norwegian Wood’, but it looks like WordPress want me to purchase a ‘Space Upgrade’ to enable me to post M4a files. Well, WordPress – I’ll get you back, some day! Back on topic, though – hope you enjoyed my poem, and good day sunshine! 🙂

 

 

 

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In Front Of The Viewfinder

Hi all,

Thought I’d post something a little different, today – I decided I would publish one of my poems! I have been published before, in both an online newspaper and in a poetry competition anthology (1, 2 or 3?!), but this particular one has never been seen in public. It is named ‘In Front Of The Viewfinder’ (hence the title of this post), and I wrote it for an in-school poetry competition; to my delight, it won my division! I won’t post what I wrote it about – I’d love to see what you think of it, regardless of what I thought – but I might put a synopsis at the end, if you like. I’ll quit babbling on about it – here is my poem.

 

IN FRONT OF THE VIEWFINDER

You hold your black camera up to your crystal-blue eye – in front of you is a fiery-orange maple-tree.
SNAP! You capture the picturesque piece of Autumn.

You step across the dewey, green grass – beads of water form on your black, leather boots. You bend down to photograph the need-of-cutting, wet lawn.
SNAP! You capture the dew-topped strips of green, in their early-morning, middle-of-the-year prime.

You cross the miniature field, and peer at a quince shrub, adorned with sugary-pink and holly-berry-red blossoms. You press the shutter-button.
SNAP! The sweet-looking flowers, erected on flimsy branches, are recorded forever, on a piece of film.

You walk across sandy-coloured pavers, to the other side of your garden. You glance at the terracotta pots in front of you. They stand against a worn, deteriorating brush fence. The pots, once filled with succulents and strawberry plants, are brimming with weeds and long-dead twigs. The heels on your boots pivot, you turn away. But you think: beauty is much more than what is in front of the viewfinder. You kneel down, in front of a sun-baked cactus.
SNAP! That’ll show the hypocrites, you think.

 

Well, there you go – as you will have probably gathered, it is about hypocrisy and beauty. The theme for the competion was, admittedly, ‘beauty’, so it was ever-so-slightly ‘written to order’, but it does reflect my views. Why should we reduce people to their beauty? Why should people be able to think that looks are all that matters? I actually wrote this poem in between classes – I was incredibly bored at school, and had plenty of time in between each period. But anyway,  I hope you liked it, and have a fab day! Good day sunshine 🙂