fantastically beautiful
partway through the dimensions
Alice through the looking glass appears
three quarters of her here
in the castle park
pressing through pier glass as if through an arc
bending the world but not aloud the foreground in trees
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 no 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
mere tourists enjoying
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.
will her fingers
melt the glass
that her wonder too may pass
with her through the wavering glass
into the other room
in the process here in stone
all will leave her quite alone
chrysalis and butterfly bone
still she dreams of gliding in
goodbye to park trees in the wind
where cogitation never ends
and passes with a quiet grace
presumably to
a quizzical view
and yet quiescent, familiar.
we will leave her gazing in
where the borderlands begin.
mary angela douglas 21 july 2023;11 august 2023
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