(growing Pains) 11.Through The Looking Glass Poem by Janice Windle

(growing Pains) 11.Through The Looking Glass

Rating: 3.1


Dinner is served
without relish.
The silence is suffocating,
worse than the double edged conversation
that cuts
and slices to thin ribbons
all pretence
of co-operation, celebration or
mutual comprehension
that we dare suggest
or try to realise.
You look to right and left,
a pawn between two powerful pieces
intent on mutual domination.

What chance, Alice, that you will cross the board
and claim your queenly crown?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kesav Easwaran 13 October 2009

Give perpectual checks...it's neither a win or lose situation...leading to stalemate i believe Poignant piece Janice...a 'piece' with utmost gravity...thanks...10

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