Monday, April 28, 2014

Alice and Wonderland

Alice and Wonderland

There’s Alice and there’s Wonderland
She can never return

She’s thirty-six She rinses lettuce
for a salad in the kitchen which lets
her mind climb up past the spider plant
lolling in its harness above the window

              Did I dream it

The question always finds her
as a coiled labyrinth hisses out
for those who have escaped

2 comments

  1. Oh, I've missed reading you!
    The image of the spider plant...I love it. Hope you're well old friend!

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  2. "lolling in its harness above the window" - I love the music in this line, and the rhythm and imagery of the poem. Poor Alice. This poem, in few words, makes me feel for her- for me- for us. This is a great poem.

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