On The Dreamlike Monument To Alice By Jeanne Argent Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

fantastically beautiful

partway through the dimensions

Alice through the looking glass appears

pressing through pier glass as if through clouds

bending the world but not aloud

this much her soul in growing was allowed

four steps here and two steps right

or all the chess moves put to flight

or I am queen or I am not

thought Alice to

the tick of no clock

but in Time, suspended forget me not blue...

those are the skies above me or you

lending an iridescent view

here the mirror, melts as she strays

past the polished glaze of days

through her widening eyes and sphere

nothing makes much sense in here

vanishing like the rain from sight

pondering softly

the endless plight

of the White Knight

forever lodged

in an in between state

not yet, ever,

through the gate

in the process here in stone

all will leave her quite alone

chrysalis and butterfly bone

still she dreams of gliding in

where confusion never ends

and passes with a quiet grace

presumably

to a quizzical space

we will leave her gazing in

where the borderlands begin.

mary angela douglas 21 july 2023