Year 3 Diploma in Mass Communication

Module: Creative Writing – Poetry

 

a place where
even fishes can be in a choir
even caterpillars can smoke pipes

even cats can do magic tricks
even she can be huge as she pleases

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but she’s late
they are hare and tortoise
she can’t stop now
so she follows the trail of breadcrumbs from his breakfast

devouring every crumb she sees

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into the rabbit hole he hops
and into the rabbit hole she follows
though her eyes are splattered with calligraphy ink

down down down she goes
one foot before another in a gingerly dance
her titters accompany her echoing footsteps
this is it, she thinks

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the dark takes on a coloured hue
swirling into a patchwork of curiosities and greed

flashing colours of the rainbow
into goblins with eyes glowing a puckish glint
as art on leadlights
her breath is snatched

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she’s flying!

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—tumbling, falling
but it’s alright
she crosses her arms and waits
for her dress to catch the wind
or a book to catch her eye
or a chair to catch her and rock her to slumber

but gravity calls her name
beckoning her over with a stubby stone finger

the grass is greener on the other side, it chimes

no, no!

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but onwards she falls

perhaps this is the way to wonderland?