Another Alicean Song Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

and you are plummeting though
you don't yet understand why
and your skirts billowing out

like summer clouds in the sky
but you're not falling upward.
why o why do you think; can you think?

not yet prompted to take the drink
to shrink into the beatific garden;
to snack on the snack with the

arrow pointing toward it:
this side.in gemstoned italic.
you should have paid attention in

geometry but that won't matter here,
where homework never ends oh dear
and your answer's bound to be

wrong.
go ahead,
find the tea parties

you never were invited to at school
and you just dressed for the riverbank,
not in a party frock;

in the colour of Chartres bleu

will still have manners
better than theirs.
though still faced with the dilemma

of how to beat the clock;
the false charge charged
in your honour

by the rose raving Queen.

and when the dream
gets a little crowded to bear
you can always

wake yourself up:

you with your red gold hair;
your way of making peace,
well sort of,

with the fantastic.

mary angela douglas 15 november 2015