Alice

Alice

everyone knew i wasn’t quite right

                standing barefoot —

                                stone walls surrounding me.

the Mad Hatter’s having a tea party

                                                                inside my head —

                but I’m not invited.

small white rabbit stares – still —

                afraid to move —

                                my eyes blur, i blink. he’s gone.

i stumble through my curiosity —
                never fully sure of myself
                                until i fall down the hole —
                                                tumbling head first.

too big

                too small —

                                never just right.

just who am i anyway?

                holding still as a statue

                                to hide myself from the rage

                                                burning from within —

                red as roses

                                painted just right.

Tweedle Dee
                Tweedle Dum —

                                the words my mouth speak

                                                are never my own —

just who am i anyway?

                smoke rings and toadstools —

                                mind-altering wisdom

                                                penetrating prosaic thoughts.

i wake from dreams

                but am never quite there —

                                lost in a multicolored array of flowers

                                                that dare to bloom

                                                                amongst the dried up grass and weeds.

just who am i anyway?

                still the caterpillar —

                                always the caterpillar —

                                                crawling. slowly crawling —

                never flying.

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20 responses to this post.

  1. I loved it! 🙂

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  2. Great take on Alice in Wonderland!

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  3. Ooo, I loved how the structure imitates the subject matter, and the questioning develops the speaker’s confusion! Loved this poem!

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  4. Love it! And how funny that you were just mentioning the big/small thing in regards to my teacher and my writing the other day! 🙂

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  5. Impressed. It was a great read and clever use of the prompt.

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  6. Quite surreal, enjoyed it.

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  7. Very well done! Love the structure of the poem as much as the content. Love this line in particular: “mind-altering wisdom penetrating prosaic thoughts” – wonderful!

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  8. the Mad Hatter’s having a tea party / inside my head —
    Love this!
    And the last stanza encapsulates the poem as a whole so well.

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  9. Posted by iasoupmama on February 28, 2013 at 9:36 am

    Very cool — I love looking at famous tales from the perspective of a secondary character.

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  10. Posted by modmomelleroy on February 28, 2013 at 5:06 pm

    I love this! “penetrating prosaic thoughts” The caterpillar… This is stellar!

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