Tumbling Down and Down

 Watching, whispering, listening. 

I take two small steps into this tiny rabbit hole. 
I never truly believed the old stories about when

My grandmother told me about her adventures 

In this wonderous universe, yet it always intrigued me,

Falling asleep to the words to the Catipillar's catchphrase,'
Whooo are yoooou?',  
Imagining the disappearance of the purple stripped cat
That gave me goosebumps all the time, 
His smile making an imprint on the walls of my dreams.
The only reason I'm crawling through the dirt is because

My older brother dared me to go in, calling me a chicken

While he making the impressions of how I was scared. 

So with determination and a tongue sticking out, 

I crawled on all fours, my brother making a laugh that

Reminded me of the old Mad Hatter that was in the stories

The set of chills that he had given me from earlier are still with me now,

Creeping and crawling all over my skin like the ants that 

Were in and out of the soft, gritty dirt. 

I'm late, I'm late, I'm late! 

The shrills of the phrase made me almost jump out of my skin. 

I turn around, yet I see nothing.

I don't even see my brother's own shadow anymore. 

I shake my head, disappointed that it only my imagination running wild. 

I never thought that this silly hole would give me illusions. 

But as I crawl deeper and deeper, I start to see movements and figures. 

I try to shake them away,but they keep growing bigger. 

Soon after, I see shapes of stars, chairs, lamps, and roses, 

The smells of baked bread and tea filling up my senses. 

Am I dreaming, Am I dying? Did I take a bite of something awful? 

This doesn't seem like your average rabbit hole. 

I even see a few ants chattering to themselves, 

Wondering how I haven't gone insane or cried myself out of this dream. 

I grit my teeth, and travel faster, not even feeling the dirt 

Between my finger nails, or the worms under my elbows. 

Suddenly, I see a white light streaming from afar,

Almost grasping it as I crawl sheepishly towards an unknown destination. 

I only have to take one more move before an ant is moving out of the direction of the light, 

Not realizing that in one swift moment, I'm falling fast past my imagination, 

And falling in the front of the gates that everybody is calling Wonderland. 

 

 

Author's Note

This is Alice's granddaughter's POV on finding the gateway to Wonderland. I might make a small story about it as well. I'm not sure yet,though. And yes, this poem's somewhat cheesy, but it came to me. Haha. :P The lines for the stanzas are odd, by the way...

Oh, Alice's grandchildren live by the rabbit hole on a hill and by the tree were Alice was at..I felt like pointing that out.

Reviews

[Sean M. Addams]

i liked this alot great imagnation on this... i really love your writing doesn't matter the topic your pieces are always very creative and fun to read... awesome job on this!!!