Alice’s Wunderland

“Take my hand,” whispered the White Rabbit

  as he led you down the Hole.

“Don’t go!” I warn as you pass me,             

   “He only wants control!”

But you ignore my pleas and reasoning,

  your head full of colourful dreams.

I try to quell my sorrow,

  knowing soon I will hear your screams.

You left me wailing and drowning

  in a growing Pool of Tears.

I warned you to avoid that White Rabbit,

  now you’ll be bound to him for years.

Don’t grind him into the Looking Glass -

‘twill be you who is crushed, not he.

You’ll be caught in the current of addiction

  as the Pool becomes the sea.

The slippery bank will prevent you

  from finding a safe haven to dry.

The Mouse and the Dodo can’t save you,

   - that Bunny, he is way too sly.

He’ll grasp you and pull you back under

    making you beg for relief.

Don’t accept it from the blue Caterpillar,

  it will only end in grief.

The Magic Mushroom he offers

  will only make you feel tall

  for the shortest of times,

  Alice,

  before ...

  you begin to fall ...

    back 

          down 

  that wretched

  Rabbit Hole

  with 

grinning Cats

  and March Hares,

  and Tarts,

  and funny men

  in Mad Hats,

  and tea parties

  with cake

  and bread

  where the Queen of Hearts orders:  

“Off!

          With!

                     Her!

                               Head!”

Yvonne Harman, 2011