I think about Alice sometimes
when I drop into the hole
in the palm of my hand
She fell past books on shelves
past cupboards with closed doors
and maps and pictures on pegs
I fall past people and ideas
past the odd author or two
a poet, a teacher, and the news of my world
Alice landed with a thump
and sometimes I do, too
bruised and almost broken
And more often than not
like hers
my marmalade jar is empty
Hmm, I really don’t know what to say here. Alice in Wonderland is a fascinating topic. So much not understood when one is little and watching her escapades. I do like your idea of falling past people. It is so necessary sometimes to do so. But, also hard to accomplish. If our marmalade jar is empty, we need to have some other sustenance to pick us up and keep us going. Correct?! At least, I hope so! Take care, Tim!
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Now the song White Rabbit is going through my head.
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I really resonated with the line “bruised and almost broke”. To me the almost is what stands out and I believe it to be a hopeful not of being able to pick yourself back up again. Thank you for sharing!
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Thank you for reading, and for your feedback!
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Oh boy, that is the perfect metaphor for those holes in our hands. I can relate to the bump at the end–and the empty marmalade jar.
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Thanks, Kay. The bump almost makes me wonder why I continue to go down that hole! 🙂
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Wow! Once my daughter clarified what “hole in my hand” referred to, this poem all fell into place with startling, powerful clarity. I can definitely relate to the images passing and that bumpy landing. What a great metaphor!
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Thank you, Molly. I struggled with using that metaphor without explanation, but it seems to have worked. I wish the landing was bumpy less often!
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I like the imagery of this, as one who often falls down rabbit holes. Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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Thanks, Ruth!
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