Into the Looking Glass
Just beyond the glass
A land I have never seen
A place of fairy wings and mermaid tails
And hills of verdant green
Hand to hand I see myself
Reflected in these dreams
Step through the mirror
Creases in reality’s seams
Pop! I’ve arrived
On the other side.
What is it that I see?
A magical fairy boat ride.
I grab the rough railing
And board the steady boat.
Sitting on a tree stump stool,
I wait to cross the moat.
Suddenly, a rainbow appears,
Streaking across the emerald sky.
Along with a Leprechaun
Wearing a clover tie.
“Come with me,
My earthbound Dearie
See the fairyland sights
Which are neither dank nor dreary.”
” Lessons three you shall learn
On the way to me pot of Gold
And in the end you shall receive
Riches untold”
And then:
Three tiny fairies land
Twittering in language unknown
Verily no bigger than a hand.
“The iridescent sprites
Have not a care
They love life
And give death not a stare”
“As shall you
Love your life
Look past hardships
And not embrace strife”
The boat started moving
Down the sparkling ravine
Looking around I gazed in awe
At many magical sights unseen.
Cerulean trees
Line the banks of blue
And fragrant flowers
Bring bees of a different hue
My ears! My ears!
What do they hear?
A melodious song
Look- mermaids draw near!
Their beauty is stunning
From iridescent scales to sapphire hair.
Holding golden mirrors
And giving quite a stare.
The Leprechaun said,
“Look close into the mirror
Beauty you will see not
But a vision of horror.”
“Just as your own beauty fades
Lean not onto it’s ethereal charm
Love your inner self
And you shall not come to harm.”
We left the sirens behind,
Approaching a sulphurous smell.
At the sight of dragon,
Of fear I had to quell.
Bright Flames,
the color of the sun
Heated the rocks
Causing them to run.
Says the Leprechaun:
“Be not afraid of the strong.
Embrace their strength,
And you can do no wrong.”
And then the boat landed
In a mushroom dell.
As I stepped off,
I nearly fell.
Says the Leprechaun,
“There be me pot of Gold.
Look inside, look inside
If you be so bold.”
Slowly, step by tenuous step,
I climbed up the hill.
As I reached the cauldron,
My heart failed to be still.
Riches I want!
What would I find?
Gold bullions and rubies?
Leave my poor life behind.
Peer inside
What do I behold?
A shiny little rock
Surely not gold.
I grasp the rock
And my world spins
Suddenly, I’m back at the mirror
Where everything begins
I look into the Looking Glass.
What do I see?
A beautiful golden soul
Staring back at me.