Alice in Wonderland

Alice in Wonderland

 

 

 

 

as a child

i don’t recall the golden book

ever read to me

of “Alice in Wonderland”

 

a tea party

of character allusions,

a white rabbit

the Hatter,

whatever would there be

to matter

 

but a rabbit hole

i fear i fell into

at the age of six

with the passing of my father

 

it obliterated my youth

of a man i cannot summon

the memory of

the scent of

the feel of

 

to conjure up

the timbre of his voice

in verse,

of pages turning with illustrations

capturing my imagination

 

of a girl named Alice

in Wonderland.

 

 

Author's Note

I heeded the memory of my father never having read the book to me, which became the muse I needed.

Reviews

[hiren]

Hi kelly,

Why did you block me?.
Family stays even we perish. Anger comes and goes.
I know when you give back love it comes back. Hope you felt my love.
We are just emotional.
I love my family.
People are just immature.
Only when we realise we become bigger.

I love my man. He is elder to you.

Missing you,
Jessy Jacob.

[Vol]

Kelly,
The eyes of a six-year-old see deeper than we know. And the memories they make haunt us forever, don't they?
Vol

[Kelly Scheppers]

A memory of a child I was came to its fruition yesterday when I wrote this. I am most thankful for your appreciation of it. Thank you, Vol!

[Vol]

Kelly,
Those very years MADE ME, everything since then is just add-ons... it's why I relate to this in my bones.
Vol

[Michael Sun Bear]

I somehow see you sitting on your father’s lap, I hear his voice a deep rumble, hear the crisp rustle of pages being turned in a large picture book held in gentle hands. While my father did not die in my childhood, he was nonetheless pretty much absent except when roused to threaten and bully. I guess I am just letting my imagination create a wonderful memory I wish for both of us. It’s really interesting that your muse was created out of something that did NOT happen. That sounds odd at first, but I suddenly realized I can say the same thing; I have a half written autobiographical story lying dormant that opens with me musing on something my father did NOT do. I need to finish writing it one of these days. Back to your writing; I really enjoyed and admire how you interwove the Alice theme into your own life story. You have a magic touch with words. I am so glad to have discovered your writing.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I've read a couple of versions of the story from poets here, and always wished to write my own. So, I decided to weave the loss of my father into the memory of never having the book read to me by him. The idea of it just came to me yesterday, and to be honest, it moved me most profoundly. My only hope was that my readers would appreciate my personal take on it. Thank you for acknowledging that so definitively, Michael! And many thanks for the compliment concerning my writing in general. I am as thrilled to have discovered you, as well!

[A.H.]

inked with delicate hand and mind, this is a sensitive write of a memory, turning into words and verses here. so sorry to hear passing of father, at six - that must be devastating, leaving a void that can never be filled. the expressions here are deep and striking - character allusions, rabbit hole, timbre of his voice and a girl named Alice in Wonderland. this talks of story, a book waiting to be made and read.. wonderfully written with pure emotions coming to the fore. thanks for sharing, Kelly.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you for a most profound review, A.H.!

[A.H.]

you're very welcome, Kelly.