Blue RabbitA Poem by The Things She NotedThe blue rabbit has asked for a favour Under the strawberry moon He whispered it in my ear With notes of vanilla The tip of his tongue dripping blue ink Rivers through the canals of my ear Telling me a secret Telling me a story With ribbons and bows wrapped in untouched hair Braiding of innocence Weaving the seeds of doubt Double Dutch on the cool concrete Birdie birdie in the sky Gee I’m glad I’ve gotten high Birdie birdie in the sky Answer oh me oh my Little girlie footprints Left in the chalky sand Say goodbye to mother Kiss her once on the right And twice on the left Don’t wake her from her sleep Let her rest Blue rabbit don’t giggle Blue rabbit don’t laugh Just take my hand and lead me To the place beyond the bushes Deep into the pines Where sun light can’t bathe us Showered in needles Clean as a whistle That’s what my grandmother once said Clean as a whistle as she wrapped me in my towel Blue rabbit slow down Don’t hop too fast The hole in the ground Caving in on itself Giving up on her soil Rooted in soul Blue rabbit I’m scared Blue rabbit don’t laugh Where will we go Who will I know Is it worth the fall A glass bottle From my fathers cabinet Crystal from his mother Filled with purple dreams Drink it up At last Alice Alive you are That's not my name Blue rabbit are you okay Blue rabbit how am I? Dizzy and dozing A push Down we go Manic laughter from the mouth of mine A tongue that licks at swollen gums Eyes like sun rock Black and cold Blue rabbit hold my hand Blue rabbit where are you Up at the top Silly little girl Throwing dirt on my dress A stained virgin white Burying me in myself In all my naivety Swallowing my pride And the cool of the earth Blue rabbit you lied You tricked me again Just tell them I love them And I’ll miss them so I know it’s my fault I would have chosen to jump Just to feel the high Of going lower So so low Blue rabbit asked me a favour Whispered in my ear Asked me to save myself Not now Blue Rabbit Let me rest © 2021 The Things She Noted |
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