Where things are to be found
Is where people sleep
Squeals Alice
Licking her lips
And tightening the buckles on her shoes
She has a plan
I can tell
She tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear
Push together the holes in your skin
She states
As if it’s normal
Any of this
The splinters are yesterday’s battle
Stored suspended sustained in flesh
Not for a whole year
Curiously the poison grew stronger inside
We dreamt of it
Fondly as a summer house
One in the country
Where the sun shines through
Every aspect
And tries to embrace us
Like a mummy and a daddy
Though we still shiver inside
To peel pretty letters off your skin
Like writing a letter home
One that will never be sent
My insides juggle the poison
Facilitate blood air breath
For a while it is right
Then I hear her
Who said this was real
You are wrapped up
On the white bed
Where the sky came alive
Where I rescued you from love
And feeling
You need never open your eyes
All is done
All is passed
To the bottom of time
Where all is dark
And soft like ashes
Will you come with me
And keep the dust from my head
Of course not silly
You can only go alone
What gift she brings
She is the antidote
And the poison
Sweet like an apple
But rotten inside.
Wow! Jae Rose - I was completely captivated from first buckle of shoe and tuck of a strand of hair behind an ear ... this is wonderful!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Pearl..think I used more adjectives in this one than in the past five years!
DeleteToo bad we have to take a bite before we discover the apple is rotten.
ReplyDeleteYes indeed thank you Laurie..sometimes temptation leads you astray
DeleteDark and soft like ashes is a wonderful description. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteThanks kindly Misky...
Deletesounds like a gift that needs to be returned!
ReplyDeleteIf only she came with a receipt..thank you Robyn..
DeleteYour poem packs a punch ...in every line! Wonderful storytelling!
ReplyDeleteThanks very much Wabisabi..
DeleteHi Jae Rae,
ReplyDeleteMy first time ever here, I think? A powerful and brave piece for sure... I especially liked:
"To the bottom of time
Where all is dark
And soft like ashes
Will you come with me
And keep the dust from my head..."
I'll be back for more - thanks for this... Scott www.scotthastie.com
Thanks very much Scott..very glad you came along
DeleteJae Rose, Love your "Alice" poems, and be sure you have done a fine job with some very difficult words. Especially the third stanza. Nice work.
ReplyDeletePamela
Thank you very much Pamela..she crops up a lot..maybe she helps with writers block!
DeleteAh, Jae, I think you have out done yourself. Awesome and fantastic! Life is the process of decay, of rotting. And somehow we all know that, perhaps even from conception. We must live each moment with that distorted echoed whisper of a wish that someone will come and keep the dust from our heads. I bow to you but then you'd have to come and help me get back up again,
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No need for bowing Elizabeth the only kind of queen we may be is a dramatic one..thank you.. funny how the ones you think are awful and difficult people seem to find something in..a little like Alice I guess..we are courtesying back ;)
DeleteI do like it when your muse takes you by the hand and leads you down roads like this one. The catalyst is Alice of course she shows you the way but you take the steps and produce such vivid prose as this. Well done Jae.
ReplyDeleteThank you Old Egg combined I think we make for a bit of a lexical car crash..heaven only knows how that translates into real life..I suspect fuck and up feature quite a lot!
DeleteI love this, especially this part:
ReplyDeleteI realise why she came
What gift she brings
She is the antidote
And the poison
Sweet like an apple
But rotten inside.
A lot of people strike me as being like that.
Unfortunately you're probably right though there are some good apples..if you pick carefully..thank you very much Belva..
Deleteamazing how the flesh lives moment by moment and the inevitable flesh dies hard... so sweet the apple yes... it can be lonely... a beauty of a story i can reach out and touch...
ReplyDeleteEven the sweetest apples are probably over in a flash..lonely yes..glad you came along and picked up this one..thank you kindly Ms pie..
DeleteWe are all encounters in each other life, we are like gifts picked up by others to learn about life, our purpose and mission. ~ Love your images apple-summer house....'To peel pretty letters off your skin
ReplyDeleteLike writing a letter home'
If only there was a home..then the letter may not need to be written..but yes everything is fleeting..although some gifts leave behind a legacy..good or bad..thank you humbird..
DeleteYes, there are places we can only go alone. Not all are where we should go, though. I would go for the antidote.
ReplyDeleteIndeed..some doors may look inviting but rarely lead to a summer house and a welcoming hug..we will keep the antidote to hand..thank you Ann
DeleteThe last verse got a laugh! I think I know that girl!
ReplyDeleteYay - laugh..she is a common creature for sure..thank you J Cosmo
DeleteShe is the antidote
ReplyDeleteAnd the poison
Sweet like an apple
But rotten inside.
This is reminiscent of many instances of people one meets. It cannot be certain of intentions but as long as the consequences are not material it is not too bad! Nicely Jae!
Hank
Consequences are inevitable if you leave the house - or let people in! Very true though Hank..thank you very much
DeleteThis is just gorgeous:
ReplyDelete"I don't understand why I'm awake
To peel pretty letters off your skin
Like writing a letter home"
Thank you gorgeously Whimsy..
DeleteI too am a fan of Alice and have written about her and the mirror many times.
ReplyDeleteYou might enjoy this (at my blogspot place):
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2013/04/curiouser-and-curiouser-miz-q-21.html
Only for when you have time...Thanks for your visit and kind words. ~Jules
I will certainly pay a visit..thank you for visiting and commenting too..much appreciated
DeleteWell regarding the apple, dear J, you lasted longer than Eve anyway, and none of it’s real, not your, not my reality anyway, truly all is done and passed…rotten apples, yes, I know about those…
ReplyDeleteI don't think I would even have waited for the snake had I been stuck in paradise..too boring..maybe we should make apple sauce..thank you dear Miss A..
DeleteSo many beautiful images, but something dark suggested....sometimes it is hard to name the frightening things? But when we do, we take their power away.oxoxoxo
ReplyDeleteYes..it takes courage to finally name them and slay them..hopefully soon.. xx
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