Sunday 15 May 2011

My Alice.

There goes my Alice.
Blue eyes and tumbled hair.
The hunter and the hunted;
the unfinished story.

I recognise her, even as she hides her face.
A mirror child of distorted lines,
clear, but incomplete.
The truth is hidden under the layers of blue.
Here be dragons.

See her dress with lace edge
and yet her legs bare and stained,
grass green and mud smears.
She’s half hidden behind the dark trunks
in the crowded forest in my mind.
Sly smile and shy gaze.
Come and play.

A mismatched tale of broken words,
formed in the shadows.
A white rabbit and a blue bird.
And I know she thinks she’s dreaming.

Follow me into the dark,
even as she’s falling, falling,
into yet another life.

There goes my Alice.
Blue eyes and tumbled hair.
The hunter and the hunted;
the unfinished story.

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