Through the Looking Glass
smoke darkened glass
shone while revealing
a secret, perhaps truth
whose imagination speaks?
Decompressed thoughts evaporate
onslaught of pixilated moments
cats image, mothers face
forms informing
standards fly with surety
blazoning arms,
lion rampant
another time
fascination ensues...
Copyright © Cynthia Cross | Year Posted 2019
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