Showing posts with label aliceinwonderland. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 4

Poem...Gathering Bones



ipad drawing of bones at Largy

I’m gathering bones together
On the studio floor.
Crouching down and
Staring at an  assemblage.
Here a nest of bones as
Pale as shadows
On the polished wood.
There a craze of broken glass with
Distorted reflections.
I’m Alice.
Walking through a splintered world
Bridging the actual and
The probable.
 I’m pacing the room and
Glancing back at a vanitas. I 
hear the sound of my own wretched bones
And weep at coming death.

... after reading Gregory Orr’s poem…."Gathering the bones together".
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I'm involved with an email post called
LITERARY COMFORT FOODS
It's such a good link with people who inspire me in so many different ways and with the lockin holding fast the internet is such a blessing.
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This poem was sent and received and a grand kind critique along with it also.
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I've plucked up enough techie courage to send it to 20 others.
Poets, artists, musicians.
My only mistake...as dad used to say...was not reading the instructions carefully.
20 women.
I put 3 men it there!!
Ooops
I think they deserve to be there!


Friday, November 4

Alice


" No, no, too many choices...where is that caterpillar when you need advice?"


"Ah, now that one looks pretty."


"I'll just get a little closer and read the instructions on it"


HAARLEMESIS
Dutch Drops

" Well that's a bit odd...but if they are good for the Dutch, ....just think how tall the Dutch are,.... then I'll have a sip. Anything to get me down off this window ledge!"

The new show at the Tate Liverpool opened last night. I wasn't there, but I will be going as soon as I can....
...............and taking grand girls with me!

"Alice"

We live close to the area south of the river, where Charles Dodgson was a vicar.
Daresbury.
It was Alice who got us to move out of teaching and into our own art business.
Perhaps...I've just thought....we live in Wonderland!
The leaving of teaching is a long drawn out story...best left alone!
Suffice it to say that Alice had a big hand in the doing of that.
This Alice is far from the sweet, innocent portrayal of childhood seen in Disneyish type films....
....though I have to say that I really enjoyed the latest 3-d version of it ...if only for the portrayal of the Hatter and the Red Queen.
No this Alice has spawned a multitude of confusions and madnesses.
Salvador Dali, Peter Blake, John Armstrong to name a few of the artists drawn into her spell.
The Times review this morning by Rachel Campbell- Johnson mentions ...."the spectator soon lost in the labyrinths"....of the show I presume.
Maybe it's all Alices' fault that we have built a labyrinth in the field at the back of the Potters House!
I'm looking forward to seeing the original illustrations by John Tenniel. I sttill remember the feelings of uncertainty I had as a child with the book and his illustations and not knowing in my innocence where they could have come from !

[Bottle care of the late Sydney....really does say that!  I have just looked it up on Google and lo and behold there is a bottle of it for sale on e-bay...now how "wonderland" is that!]

Thursday, October 13

Poem for Magpie Tales 86



Now listen here
I’ve had enough of your shenanigans.
Give some respect
And stop this fooling around.
I’m dying for
My morning mug of coffee.
Can’t think without some caffeine in my blood.
I told you
Not to mess with Harry’s brand new wand .
He hasn’t
Even had a chance to try it yet.
Queenie
Will you open up the spell book
Try
Find the one reversing what you’ve done
Good heavens
Even Alice had some cake and growing liquid.
Alright
I didn’t mean it when I said that you had put some weight on.
I know
I’ll have to lose a bit myself.
Be nice
Because you know it’s right, and anyway
If not
I’ll never reach the pedals to get us into town
Today.


Many thanks to Tess from Willow Manor for this wonderful prompt for Magpie Tales 86.





Wednesday, December 22

A Poem for Thursday.

Fat Chance.

When I was young
and cash was rare,
I couldn't get the key to fit.
My dreams were big
but full of air.
Fat chance of ever making it.

And Simon Barnes
has made it clear,
Why I could never reach my goal.
I should be there
but ended here.
Like Alice down the rabbit hole.








One for the Poetry Bus.