Looking Glass <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />A mirror hang on a tree, to scare crows, or <br /> <br />perhaps it was for shepherd's goddess to <br /> <br />comb her golden fleece? Its light reflected <br /> <br />on the ground- quick as a breeze- a ghost <br /> <br />of a mouse looking for its burrow? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Far off, amongst green olive trees, I saw <br /> <br />sheep the colour of clay, lawnmowers on <br /> <br />four legs, they kept track of their lambs by <br /> <br />baaing, each one had a distinct bleat, baas <br /> <br />from their young, had a pleasing euphony. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Clouds sailed across the sky, clippers and <br /> <br />schooners bound for India; tea, spices and <br /> <br />other delights, the tiny ghost had found its <br /> <br />tunnel. I looked into Alice's own mirror, <br /> <br />and saw the blankness of cancelled time.<br /><br />oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-glass-9/
