Backwards Alice.

Yes it is final, I have come to a decision. Backwards Alice must come into existence. I am sure I will find something that I missed the first time round I devoted poems of Six lines of six to this book. I think it just may work. So to start this venture to see what will come of backward imaginings. I hope Alice is up to this? 

Backwards Alice.

The End, of Summer days,

The childlike hazy ways

where joys and pleasures

are found in the dreams and imaginings 

Of Wonderland, of so long ago

Looking back, now aged, Oh Alice.... remembering

Have I kept that simple heart?

Deep within this shell of adult bones

Of adult flesh, the fully ripened self...

Like the blooms of flowers in a garden

There my childhood memories still rest

I suppose this is all we have for the best....this remembering

Yes reminisce, Alice and believe 

within your heart the child self still sits.

As queen over your Adult self just as

Your little sister, the one and the same.

No fear of growing aged, just acceptance.

As your old hand now holds an old photograph, you smile.

From the heavy sobs of Mock Turtle

To the distant lowing of a cow 

Another sounds vibrated behind those closed eyes

Alice rememberings of all those happenings

Within the farmland all those other sounds ocupied her mind ,

Yes! Even the sneezing baby drowned out reality.

Backwards now you step,

into the second last paragraph,

As you lay eyes closed to reality

Dreams flicker across closed lids

You hear the tinkling of sheep- bells

To be drowned out by the shrill cries.... OFF WITH YOUR HEAD one last time!

Turtle Mock Miserable sobs 

mixed with choking guinea-pigs,

and  Lizard's pencil  on slate squeaking 

over the Gryphon's shrieking

and breaking clashing plates 

With the Duchess's knee ocupied by the baby sneezing.

Alice Backwards you step.