The Cheshire QueenA Poem by Zoe RichardsonThis is what it feels like to be unwanted. To haunt your own home while you are still alive.The Cheshire Queen When the devil dreams Does he dance through fire When a man speaks praise Is he a liar Do archers aim when skies are dark Can I take back that last remark If a child sees seven If you forgive yourself Can you still seek heaven Is what is lost all that’s found Can words bring air To a soul who drowns I catch the fish That speaks the truth I send out bottles To capture youth Presence makes an eager friend Love is not what I pretend Fair is myth and fortune folly I cast off ivy and put on holly The games I play dissolve into air I am the queen of all that isn’t
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StatsAuthorZoe RichardsonCordova, ALAboutAlabama native. Poet and storyteller and all around word nerd. I practice random acts of insanity because the world needs some shaking up. more..Writing
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