‘How would you like to live
in Looking-glass House, Kitty?
I wonder if they’d give you
milk in there?
Perhaps Looking-glass milk
isn’t good to drink
– but oh, Kitty!
now we come to the passage.
You can just see a little peep of
the passage in Looking-glass House,
if you leave the door of
our drawing-room wide open:
After heavy shelling.
We’ve been without.
Electricity for.
Two days now.
We went to.
A safe place.
To charge.
Our gadgets…
Let’s pretend
there’s a way of
getting through into it,
somehow, Kitty.
The cities of Dnipro.
Kremenchuk, and Fastiv.
Where our close relatives live.
Were heavily shelled.
The explosions.
Shook the houses…
The explosions.
Shook the houses…
Let’s pretend
the glass has got all
soft like gauze,
so that we can get through.
A little earlier in Kyiv.
Rockets completely destroyed.
My brother’s office.
And warehouses at work.
He says that.
At least he goes to work.
As if he were going.
To Bakhmut…
Why, it’s turning into
a sort of mist now, I declare!
It’ll be easy enough
to get through –’
Do you remember Bakhmut?
My dear friend?
Do you remember Bakhmut?
Our son fought there…
Thank God that.
He and his comrades managed.
To get out of there alive!!!
I hope we all survive this damn war…
Perhaps Looking-glass milk
isn’t good to drink
– but oh, Kitty!
now we come to the passage.
You can just see a little peep of
the passage in Looking-glass House,
if you leave the door of
our drawing-room wide open:
and it’s very like our passage
as far as you can see,
only you know it may be
quite different on beyond.
*Because my friend let me know how she’s been again.
So, I wrote this poem, led by ‘THROUGH the LOOKING-GLASS’ written by Lewis Carroll, you know.
This is also your poem, my friend!
And the photo at the head of this page is yours, my friend!
