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