Alice Through the Wormhole.

Down to her sister
nothing peeped in,
thought without considering her mind.
A Rabbit ran,
oh dear!
When actually
flashed with burning world straight way,
dipped down,
Time to wonder and see
the pictures of empty killing.
Past nothing of home!
Very down.
NEVER aloud.
Earth this knowledge,
no one good to distance
nice words again.
Wonder fall funny
with heads listening, shall
name the country “ignorant”.

For today’s Month of Poetry challenge we were given the first page of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. It’s the first fiction erasure poem I’ve done. As usual, I couldn’t help myself and constructed something with weird half-glimpsed meanings, so Alice Through the Wormhole is it.


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