A Poem a Day (566): Wrapped

 
Wrapped
 
6 years old.
This gift is 6 years old.
Turn it over and the cover changes.
Twist it back, it’s as it ever was.
 
A mirage of light,
without any shimmer.
 
There is an ink-black shadow within,
a portal to a place you won’t want to know,
the hall of painted mirrors,
the expressive smokescreen,
the footprints trapped in snow.
 
It’s a world of ice inside,
where you’ll search for Mr Tumnus,
loiter beside the giant iron light,
waiting for the sun to thaw.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, March 15, 2023