Songs of Eretz Poetry Review is pleased to present “Down The Rabbit Hole” by Rie Sheridan Rose. Rose has authored six chapbooks of poetry. In addition to several previous appearances in Songs of Eretz http://eretzsongs.blogspot.com/search?q=rie+sheridan+rose, Rose’s poems have been published in: Penumbra, Illumen, The Voices Project, and Wolf Willow Magazine, as well as three Di-Verse-City anthologies, the 2016 Texas Poetry Calendar, Speculative Poets of Texas Vol. 1, Terror Train, Bones II, No Sight for the Saved, and Abandoned Towers, and in numerous anthologies for Horrified Press. She is also a lyricist, having provided the words for many of the songs on Don’t Go Drinking with Hobbits by Marc Gunn.
Down The Rabbit Hole
Rie Sheridan Rose
When I was a child and first met Alice
I thought her Adventures were a travelogue.
I was sure the rabbit hole was right outside the fence
right through to Wonderland.
The Queen of Hearts would prostrate herself
at my feet,
begging for forgiveness, and I—
would cause her to rise
and put her to work
in the kitchen
with the Duchess.
I would clean up Wonderland.
It would be a great place after I
took the Red Queen's crown.
That Jabberwocky would guard my gate,
and the Walrus and the Carpenter
would provide fresh fish.
But wishes weren't horses,
and I never found the rabbit hole
no matter how hard I tried.
I never found the Looking-Glass
that would permit me to step
into that mirrored madness.
as my eyes fade
and my memories blur…
I think that I will search again.
Perhaps I was just looking in the wrong spot.
The Hatter will welcome me
with a nice cuppa,
and I will stroke the Cheshire Cat,
feeling at home at last.
Poet's Notes: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland has always been near and dear to my heart. From earliest childhood, I was wont to wander through the rabbit hole. This poem reflects the adult looking back at the dreams of childhood and hoping to recapture that wonder.
Editor’s Note: What I enjoy most about this piece is how Rie plays with time--the magic of childhood suddenly thrusts into the soberness of adulthood and then to the childlike hopes of end-of-life adulthood.