![]() The Cheshire QueenA Poem by Zoe Richardson![]() This 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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StatsAuthor![]() Zoe 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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