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

[Kady R.]

Hello Kelly!! I'm sorry for what you when threw when you were 6. I cannot image. But you were able to capture to rabbit hole feeling of your fathers death and immediately I could relate. There was a moment in my life where I had that rabbit hole feeling and I can totally understand.

Thank you for capturing that moment and sharing a piece of yourself!

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you most kindly, Kady!

[W. Barrett Munn]

I like the turn (the volta) you found that changed this from recall to poetry.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Always a pleasure having you here, Winston. Thank you!

[Arundass TP]

Beautifully written poem. Enjoyed reading

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you most kindly!

[Arundass TP]

Welcome friend 😊

[John F]

This poem is obliterating. You’ve captured the essence of something intangible here. Being so, it’s hard to describe what I mean, but there is a longing that connects with the strictures of half impressions and memories of things we’ve lost
and really only had in the absence of

[Kelly Scheppers]

Love your analogy, John, especially of half impressions and memories lost. You've made an impression I won't soon forget. Thank you!

[Betty Hermelee]

kissing a parent at a young age is so devastating… and i think that this book really helped her imagination and safet and endearment to know Alice in Wonderland as a safety blanket growing up… now a muse…wonderful and very personal….
thank you for sharing
Warmly
B🌷🌷🌷🌷

[Kelly Scheppers]

I believe you meant to say "losing', Betty. Thank you. Your kindness came through!

[Betty Hermelee]

you are very welcome🌷
Warmly, B

[redd Brick Keshner]

Wow, that brings back the feel and smell and thrill of those little golden books. In my child’s mind must be treasure because of the gilded spine. Along with it the scholastic books followed by puffin books. Pardon from detracting from the poem however slightly. I don’t recall ever being read to but I know for a fact that this occurred on a regular basis. It was probably because it wasn’t the highlight of a day nor the most significant memory of those days. I do remember reading to each other with my sisters and brother. Again apologies, Kelly, as this beautiful poem has set me on my own sentimental journey 🙏🏻🕊
Freds.

[Kelly Scheppers]

No apologies needed. it's what it was meant to do!

[redd Brick Keshner]

Oh you are definitely kinder than some elements floating around. 🙏🏻🕊

[Stella Armour]

This is from your heart Kelly, grieving for the lost love you can't recall from memory.
A bottomless hole that you can never fill , i really do feel for you 💔.

Stella

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you most kindly, Stella.

[Dave W.]

Wow, this is just fantastic, you are a good poet and this was great poetry, thank you for sharing.

[Kelly Scheppers]

You're so kind, Dave...thank you for being here!

[John the Baptist]

Literature does often imitate real life. Thankfully, it can also tell us how to deal with its blows.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, John. My best to you!

[D. Mansfield]

not an easy loss to recover from in this life, but you seem to be thriving and i hope you continue

[Kelly Scheppers]

I believe I got my creative gene from my Dad. He used to paint. Perhaps he's coming through on more of my work, now. Thank you, Dan!