Prompt: write – without consulting the book – a poem that recounts the plot, or some portion of the plot, of a novel that you remember having liked but that you haven’t read in a long time.
[Also another attempt at the Early Bird prompt]
The Window
Miss Alice found a portal
to a world beyond her looking-glass
but I’ve tapped and turned and stared for days
and none such appeared in mine.
To find the world of my own reflection,
my secret fears and introspections,
it’s tempered glass I must look beyond
to record this hidden mind.