Wonderland
Not knowing the outcome would resemble the past
She refused to confront the cold shadow cast
Both ravishing & righteous she remained tranquil
For what she encountered left her sane & still.
A mystical feeling surrounded her frame
Becoming the opponent in her very own game
Losing all virtuous aspects of self
Gaining corruptive contingents of stealth
A domineering trance forced her further along
The lavish yet frugal crave to belong
Darker and deeper pathways aligned
Memoirs and nightmares only dreaming she’d find.
The irresistible dance; hypnotizing her stride
Is surely left leaving her eyes opened wide
Broadcasting her soul, unsure if she’s alive
Pulse picks up pace; will she ever arrive.
The lifeless smile which claims her face
Misleads the others with its warm embrace
A production naive of its opening act
Though truly and surely they’ve formed a pact
Watching in awe no longer she fights
Surrendering her limbs, sworn to new heights.
(2013)
I wrote this poem while listening to "Sound of Silence" by Simon & Garfunkel. I immediately pictured Alice from Alice in Wonderland, but in a very dark and lonesome forest setting. The poem is a metaphor of her being forced ito the present, and she's terrified. The trees are pulling her in. She's excited, but terrified. The dark represents the past.
