Alice Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I'll keep the looking glass I found

that way of seeing underground

the lake blue dress I wore instead

of my favorite one.

the particoloured gyroscope of words

tumbling in my head like chirping birds

but after years won't seem so sad

it's living topside makes me glad

a little in the shade, and not the sun.

and at no tea party made of sand.

and I am thankful for the way I've come,

I really am.

mary angela douglas 11 december 2022