Down the Rabbit Hole

By JayVerael

Reach in past the rabbit hole
Flying chairs, broken cogs, upturned tables and
Empty bowls
What awaits you is a Wonderland
Birthed from the imagination
A nightmare of a dead man
A dream to a child’s eye
The cards you’ve been given
A flush of spares and hearts that
Aces crown the villain
Only mock you in their deck
No king upon the chess board
A game of knights and Queen
Demanding you to bare your neck
Wrapped in a crimson so terrifying
No blood could ever compare to the
Hue of murderous marvel, horrifying
Yet we toast over a patchwork table
For there is always time for tea
And never time for that grim fable.

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Published on Tuesday, September 29, 2015. Filed under: "Fiction" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

The second installment of the Wonderland Archive

Comments on "Down the Rabbit Hole"

On Wednesday, September 30, 2015, Allen (156) wrote:

I loved this. i hadn't realized it formed a chess piece until i seen tropicalsnowstorms comment
On Tuesday, September 29, 2015, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

I liked this one very much! The poem itself was good, but I think it was especially witty how the words form the image of a chess piece. Great one! Ciao, T/S