Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Off With Her Head



Off With Her Head

Rolling over,
I lie supine on the board
Chalkdust in my hair,

Sandy streams of white
Dampen the air, curling
Through molecules,

Vertical as they ascend
Both lightweight,
They pull up through the wind,

Tiny paper airplanes,
With tiny paper engines,
Flap flap flapping their wings

Pulling at my heartstrings
With claws of gold and steel,
They fly up to close the lid.

And—

I guess I’m back
Down the rabbit hole,
Trying to keep my toes above the ground,

Lips trembling,
Afraid of the rats,
Dry eyes looking for holes in the metal,

As I slowly count to ten
Take the bullet out again—
I’m not Alice.



7 Comments So Far:

  1. Wow. This reads like the paranoid nightmare of an addict. Well done. You definitely captured fear.

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  2. wonderful - so creative, an
    ethereal quality to this poem
    that makes her sing, quietly

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  3. Oh my, that is a fantastic ending! And I also loved the opening, especially these lines:

    "I lie supine on the board
    Chalkdust in my hair,
    Sandy streams of white
    Dampen the air, curling
    Through molecules"

    Great job.

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  4. Oh that sounds like a nightmare. One that anyone would be glad to wake up from, glad you were not Alice! :)
    Lovely imagery through all of this.

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  5. Powerfully delicate imagery..I find Alice too..she can lead you into trouble but can also be a friend..Jae

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  6. chilling imagery excellently done

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