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It's time for the Monthly Poetry Group, hosted by Karen at Baking in a Tornado. Participants write a poem about a topic one of us chose. This month, yours truly chose Through the Looking Glass. Be sure to go check out all the poems.
If I stepped through the looking glass
I wonder what I'd see.
Since everything is backward there,
would I still be me?
Would I become a night owl,
morning rituals eschew,
and would I find, to my chagrin,
I'd become left-handed, too?
Would I sleep on the wrong side
of the bed and fall in getting out?
Perhaps the dog would be walking me
while I wander all about.
Maybe the clocks would run backward
and I might younger grow
which may be good to a certain age,
but would it stop? I don't know.
Best stay on this side of the looking glass
though it shows me older than I feel by half,
'Cause a mirror may not lie or turn back the clock,
but at least at me it does not laugh!
The other participants:
Karen at Baking in a Tornado
Diane at On the Border
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