Art By: Thomas Bak
Alice stands twelve feet tall in a village
Colonized by fetishes and paper flowers
Her powder blue dress is an emancipated sky
That mitigates disbelief by secularizing fear
Stones dance impishly around her chaste knees
Unwelcome and altogether too uncommon
She folds her limbs around a nomadic tree
Betwixt her ribs, a blood-fueled lantern
Instigates the most curious appetites
“Where” she wonders “Shall I venture next?”
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Where this came from I’ve no idea perhaps I’ve gone a bit daft. I have been trying desperately to rid my computer of viruses. I’ve had some major performance issues and I think I may have done something positive and productive now fingers-crossed lol
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I didn’t have any doubts pre virus or otherwise 🙂 and no you’re not daft x
Thanks Jenny =)
Fabulous poem, so whimsical and magical! I hope your computer issues have all been resolved! 🙂
It is looking much better I had a hard time even using WordPress to tell you the truth it was taking me significantly longer to do what I usually do because of the crashing, lagging
Keep that virus – it affected this poem beautifully.
lol Thanks Mike
I love this poem!! the imagery is amazing…makes us feel the awkwardness of Alice’s size:)
Thanks Oliana I am so glad =)
Awesome poem [As usual], thanks for sharing this! Also, purely out of curiosity, have you ever heard this? — http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aEj-mrwwaxo
I haven’t heard it I had to read the lyrics (which were awesome) my computer can’t play audio/video at the moment. Thank you so much!
I think the poem is wonderfull and very inspirational, I loved the:”Colonized by fetishes and paper flowers”.
Thanks Oloriel!
ha. its a cool bit of fantasy
alice is such a cool character as well its easy to see her on such
a blood fuels lantern is another cool bit there
a fresh look on the heart
Thanks Brian she is an awesome character
I’m afraid that marvelous photo of a thistle made me think I was reading about her all along, one in bright blue dress invading a town. I am writing a book called Alice in Wonder, bout a 75 year old storyteller, and you have given me a new perspective on th character: whether she enters through a rabbit hole or through the lookimg glass. someone is going to see her as an invader, and the longer she stays, an occupier, at least a foreign presence like a disease … a virus. SO I cannot be objective about your poem. I can just love it.
Oh that book sounds absolutely fascinating Susan! Thank you so much Susan I am so happy you liked it!
The thoughts resonate with inner self expression.Beautiful poem.jalal
Thanks so much!
An interesting verse, nice smooth lines. Hope all is well with your computer.
Thank you I think it’s good now
Wonderful poem and as far as becoming daft, no way. You’re writing is always amazing.
Thanks so much Lisa =)