From the outside looking in, it seemed innocuous
a world within worlds, safe if not circumspect
That’s the beauty of illusion
Swirling colors hide the dirt beneath
And so I fell down that rabbit hole and devoured
each mushroom I could find, served on pristine doilies
carefully covering plates laden with filth
Tea, sugary sweet as it scalded my throat
Oh, how the players beckoned, each more mad than the next
Charmed by grand stories and traditions burned in stone
I never noticed spiders stirring silently in corners
casting sticky webs, trapping me, trapping me
Too busy consuming words and lies and misdirection
I almost noticed too late, late, too late
this place was unlike any other
meant to trap its victims in lairs, despair
Some stayed too long, any chance of escape long gone
Some dipped toes in the water and fled as its coldness
demanded payment in flesh, self-sacrifice the prize
I teetered on the edge, flirting with the point of no return
Until that day when all the colors turned monochrome
and those crazed puppets danced, each to a different tune
and those mushrooms, once savory, turned sour
and I found my way back to what is real
I welcomed the warmth of the afternoon sun
as I ran far, far away before it happened
the slow motion implosion of that world within worlds
buried beneath the weight of its own arrogance
photo: Flickr
inspiration: Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
A wonderland or other world which is actually extremely dangerous. I world meant to trap, perhaps our own world?
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Yes, sometimes it does!
Working on your questions, by the way. I’ll get them to you by the end of the month. 🙂
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Thanks so much. I’m happy you are working on them. Have a good week 🙂
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You too!
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