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! 🙂