Thursday, 1 December 2011

Alice in the Afternoon

Alice in the morning
Was a foil for the sunrise,
Her eyes were filled with splinters 
Of another sleepers dream. 
She looks down on a city  
And is tired of her future,
Knowing she is drowning  
In the overwhelming stream. 

Alice in the afternoon
Found wrinkles in a mirror,
She brushed her hair with tortoiseshell 
And felt the sun go down.
Sometime in the evening
She started into cleaning,
With dusters she kept tearing
From her virgin wedding gown.  

Alice in her rocking chair
Winnowing her memories,
She's finding pain and gemstones 
In grains that she has panned.
Somewhere in the long age
A moments playing over,
Then fading with the music 
Alice reached to take his hand. 

Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011.

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