Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll (aka Charles Dodgson) – one of the most wonderful books of my childhood. I’ve written an upside-down poem about a book I love that has been beautifully illustrated by so many inspired artists. I hope you enjoy my take on it. To go with the poem are links to some film clips of Alice falling down the rabbit hole.
Lucky Alice fell to wonders.
I fell out.
Lucky Alice fell feet first.
I fell back.
Lucky Alice dreamed of flying.
I fell asleep.
Lucky Alice swooped and flew, past the cupboards, past the rooms,
past the books, even past the jam-jars too!
Past the dust, the grime and soot.
Past the laundry and the ironing;
past the cooking and the cleaning.
Lucky Alice found a baby.
Little baby ran off squealing.
Little baby was a pig!
No more wailing.
I’ve been washing nappies
for a long time since.
Sleep time comes and I start falling.
Up the tunnel, always backwards.
Even in my dreams I’m dusting,
sorting, finding, tidying.
This goes here – and that’s for you –
Save that! Throw that!
Quickly, quickly! Cook that slowly!
Books fly past me, pages flapping.
All the shoes and socks are odd.
All the shirts have buttons missing.
All the cupboard doors keep banging.
All the veggies still need peeling.
Look! Here comes Lucky Alice sailing,
flying past to Wonderland.
Me, I’m always looking backwards
at the things I’ve left behind.
Was that clean and did I finish?
Then I find I’ve woken up.
Popped out from my rabbit hole.
Nearly sixty, tired of dusting,
somewhat grey and rather worn.
Whatever happened on my tumble
out of Wonderland to life?
All those cupboards, all that cleaning.
Was it needed? Is it missed?
Lucky Alice on her journey
off to Wonderland and Life.
Funny! Something still is missing!
Where’s that baby I’ve been raising?
Alice! Daughter! Where are you?