Curiouser and Curiouser

AA-2: Mirror Writing

Write a poem about arriving in the Looking Glass World and what you experience there on your first day. (<40 lines)

Mirror, Mirror.

The glass called me,
and I stepped through
certain I was ready.

Ready. Steady.

and we melded together
and apart again
I was glass; she was real.

Real. Unreal.

This mirrored room was almost
mine, the view from this window
familiar. strange.

I clung to the edges--
unwilling to take a step
beyond the known.

Known. Shown.

I searched for movement
from my eye's corners,
pondered strange odors,

strange colors, curious
attractions to everything
listened for echoes.

Echoes. Echoes.

A whisper lingered
in my mirrored head,
even stillness is a choice.

Choose. Choose.

I stepped. And the mirror
changed, slipping me
into a new story.

Story. Glory.

word count: 31

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.γbɒɘɿ ƨɒw I niɒɈɿɘɔ

.γbɒɘɈƧ .γbɒɘЯ

ɿɘʜɈɘϱoɈ bɘblɘm ɘw bnɒ
niɒϱɒ Ɉɿɒqɒ bnɒ
.lɒɘɿ ƨɒw ɘʜƨ ;ƨƨɒlϱ ƨɒw I

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Ɉƨomlɒ ƨɒw mooɿ bɘɿoɿɿim ƨiʜT
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.ɘϱnɒɿɈƨ .ɿɒilimɒʇ

--ƨɘϱbɘ ɘʜɈ oɈ ϱnυlɔ I
qɘɈƨ ɒ ɘʞɒɈ oɈ ϱnilliwnυ
.nwonʞ ɘʜɈ bnoγɘd

.nwoʜƧ .nwonﻼ

Ɉnɘmɘvom ɿoʇ bɘʜɔɿɒɘƨ I
,ƨɿɘnɿoɔ ƨ'ɘγɘ γm moɿʇ
,ƨɿobo ɘϱnɒɿɈƨ bɘɿɘbnoq

ƨυoiɿυɔ ,ƨɿoloɔ ɘϱnɒɿɈƨ
ϱniʜɈγɿɘvɘ oɈ ƨnoiɈɔɒɿɈɈɒ
.ƨɘoʜɔɘ ɿoʇ bɘnɘɈƨil

.ƨɘoʜɔƎ .ƨɘoʜɔƎ

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,bɒɘʜ bɘɿoɿɿim γm ni
.ɘɔioʜɔ ɒ ƨi ƨƨɘnlliɈƨ nɘvɘ

.ɘƨooʜƆ .ɘƨooʜƆ

ɿoɿɿim ɘʜɈ bnA .bɘqqɘɈƨ I
ɘm ϱniqqilƨ ,bɘϱnɒʜɔ
.γɿoɈƨ wɘn ɒ oɈni

.γɿolӘ .γɿoɈƧ