Alice In The Wonderland Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Alice in the wonderland

Only Bill knows of this!
(My name-change)
He returned my two books
Both are signed.

“To Michael…”
One book says; is written by Helen
What a mess…book is mine, Helen writes, Alice signs! ?

Bill told me “I’m sorry.”
I smiled! A show off to tell him: “It’s alright.”

I too writer; like Alice,
We spy on people, on subjects,
To become good authors.

This is why she is cursed, is hated; neighbours say:
“She used us in her books…as if cows, as if pigs.”
I listen with smile; as I did with our Bill.

Hemingway taught us best:
“Find true, related, of people, places…”
Names and words, locations
“Then change them with divert, as you want.”

Open is one of books on my desk;
I look at signature and question:
“Is it hers? ” and no more do I care!

Now I have the subject.
“Messy life”, for author and people around her.

She is a famous one, and is known to the world:
“Canadian whose writing changed the short stories…
By moving back and forth; in the time.”

Our Alice, the Munro lives in a colony; of lepers
This is known to El Che;
She needs be sympathized, empathized
In Alice Wonderland people are special.
Full of love, full of hate; and ego, with own ways.