Through A Cracked Looking Glass


I find our current events have veered into a Carrollian parallel as it tumbles
through this metaphoric cracked mirror:  Here is the sleeping King while
his Queen waves her butcher knives. Meanwhile, decks of cards carrying
spears are hunting heads not only on chess boards but outside grade schools.

Humpty Dumpty has fallen and Tweedledee and Dumb are playing with the
pieces. There’s a girl growing first larger and then smaller; she’s passing out
pastries (bread) and candies (dope) that create changes in both herself
and her friends. A Cheshire cat has gathered a congress of others as
he appears and disappears seeking nourishment in a purple cloud
and spouting nonsense and lies. He retires to higher branches signing
executive orders.

A white rabbit is drunk on strange tea. He’s dressed in dinner clothes at an
underground. party. There’s a little dormouse for company and a rude playboy who’s fond of hats. The world is constantly spinning round like a crazy carousel filled with
panicky passengers before it speeds to max force throwing them into the dark of the universe. Even so the Queen is in the counting house counting her golden coins while the queue outside her door grows ever longer.

©Gay Reiser Cannon * 4.25.17 * All Rights Reserved



What is a tango for one,
sad music of a sad guitar?
What use are red high heels
when they no longer have partners?
The cobbled streets are lonely,
The shops are shuttered,
The cathedral bells are dull.
The violin repeats the tune
with more longing and more desire.
I walk slower now,
now that my partners
are gone.

©Gay Reiser Cannon * 4.24.2017

Final Days

two notes with long fermatas
sitting on opposing staffs
they were like that
in a gray world of weary waiting

each day sunlight refracted through clouds
of time that held familiarity and terror
they passed each other in the markets
breathing the same heavy air

she dropped her glove; he found it
and kept it in his coat pocket
imagining its owner, as she pondered
its loss along with the others

both sensed the perilous times
both heard a keyboard knitting
melodies from their hearts
giving them courage before

they were detained and taken away

© Gay Reiser Cannon * 4.23.2017