I was a child full of awe, skipping through seconds,
the ground stable as rabbits hopped
in their secret world,
my tread an unknown curse.
Dirt split under shiny shoes, my head
below marks I’d made,
my body w i d e arms o p e n
dress blowing, earth moving, hands grasping, air –
past present and future colliding…
Eyes open to symmetry; uncomfortable perfection –
glass doors make me insane, with a key that fits
but a body that can’t.
My face baptised by my streaming eyes.
“DRINK ME” the bottle shouts into silence,
shrinking I am whole again; the key is forgotten.
“EAT ME” the cake calls into stillness,
growing I am too much, too me, crying a sea, but clasping the
Shrinking again I tumble into salty tides and struggle
to hold onto myself.
I meet a Mouse, go into the White Rabbit’s house,
growing and growing further from my mind.
I’m lost in this forest tripping over roots I’ve grown,
breaking what I’m made of.
The mushrooms are to blame for the swirling
in my stomach. Who was I before?
Shuffling the cards I can’t find a way out.
The Cat in Wonderland told me
I am mad
but we all are.
Words: Naomi Riley-Dudley
Image source: The Walt Disney Pictures Films