oops! I fell down the rabbit hole
in my poem
Hello Alice, lovely dress the
perfect shade of blue I
was sent to warn you
I wish I could have
warned myself
now we're plummeting
past the rabbit's
bookshelves
stop! I want to
read the titles so
I can find them
when I wake up
there's going to be
a tea party - you'll
be sitting at the
table in your party dress
but you won't feel invited
despite the pink cake
in the middle of the table
you won't get a slice
no matter how nicely you pour tea
you ask too many questions
and you won't have a moment
to yourself, even if you
cry
other people will utilize
your tears on the spot this is
that kind of dream you
can't wake up when you want to,
dear
but the door to the garden
once you get through
just stay: on the still point of
a turning world that makes no sense
like a jewel-box ballerina when
the music ends
remaining you by barely breathing
so that at the last
you'll be
unperceived and bounce yourself out of
their false rose frieze
mary angela douglas february 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem