Alice peered out the car window. It was difficult to see in the pouring rain and dreary sky. When she stepped out of the vehicle her blue flats crushed grass heavy with droplets. The skies cleared after a long drive and Alice was eager to be home after visiting her grandparents.
She hurried up the stairs placing her carpet bag in the entrance of the house then dashed up the stairs to her room. She collapsed on the bed and pulled a thick blanket over her body. She drifted in and out of sleep.
Sometime later she felt a tickle on her nose. She sneezed and sat up, eyes heavy with sleep. She rose and changed into a dress white with lace. She sneezed then hopped back from the bed.
“My goodness, what are you doing here? The Chesire cat smiled at her his pink and white stripes gleaming in the morning light. “Oh, just dropping by for a visit.”
“You never just drop by for a visit.” Alice tittered. The Chesire cat’s grin widened. “Well, we’re having a problem Alice and you’re excellent at solving those for us.”
“Oh, sometimes I am but not always. I’m rather tired right now still.” She yawned and crawled out of bed. The Chesire cat sidled up to her. “All the tea sets have gone missing in Wonderland. There’s nothing to make tea in and no plates for cake. We haven’t had any unbirthdays in ages.”
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Alice laughed and ran a brush through long blond hair before tying it back. “Hmmm, that’s rather weird. Why would anybody steal all the tea sets in Wonderland?”
“We don’t know Alice, that’s why we asked you.”
“Well, what about the White Queens generals did you inquire with him?” She scratched behind the Chesire cat’s ears.
“Yes, but all their teacups, plates, and teapots (etc.) have gone missing too.”
Alice rubbed her temples.” I imagine that some of those were heirlooms?”
“While yes, the thing is that they’ve been around so long that we’ve grown used to them.” The Chesire cat stretched and sighed, belly in the air.
Alice buckled her blue shoes and paced. “Well, can’t you buy new ones?”
“Oh no, we never do that. They’re far to expensive to replace, especially at the Madhatter’s tea party table. We can’t afford new China sets.”
“One set is better then none. The white queen could afford to replace a few at least. No?”
The Chesire shook his furry head. “We can’t replace or remake them. They shatter whenever we finish designing a new one, in an instant in fact! Then they disappear.”
“Into thin air? And how did the old ones go missing?” Alice tapped her lips in thought.
“Well, the original tea sets disappeared while we were using them. There was tea everywhere. Jam all over the table, sugar in a pile, and honey dripping down a chair or two.”
Alice stood. “This is absurd. Alright, I’ll see if I can help. How do we travel to Wonderland today?” A door appeared by Alice’s dressing table. It was half- the size of her bedroom door and glowed a bright orange. A large keyhole appeared in the middle of it.”
The Chesire cat motioned with his paw. “Crawl through this the door. The key in is on my coller.”
She carefully removed the key, ensuring to rub the Chesire cats back for helping and being direct for a change. Alice opened the door with a click and a field of flowers appeared in the distance. She hunched her shoulders and crawled through doorway into Wonderland for another adventure.
The Chesire cat smiled. “Follow me dear Alice. Everyone’s in a fright and eager to see you.”
She hooked the key back to his collar. “Already?”
“Yes, Alice. We can’t live without our tea here.”
“A lot of people can’t live without their tea, Chesire cat.”
It was then that the March Hare pounced on here and tumbled into fragrant grass. “Alice you’re here. Why did you take so long? We need your help now!”
Alice rose from a patch of grass near the Madhatter’s tea party. She patted the March Hare in assurance. “I only just heard you’d arrived.” His eyes twinkled and he grasped Alice’s hand with both paws.
“Why do you think all the tea sets in Wonderland disappeared? Are you sure they’re all gone?” Alice climbed to her feet And the March Hare sniggered and jumped off of her legs.
“Oh we’re sure, Alice. There’s one anywhere. Everybody’s upset including the red queen and that’s a scary thing.”
She nodded in agreement. ” Where do we begin and how do we find something that’s disappeared into thin air?”
“Oh, the usual way.”
“Which is?”
“We talk to the Queens.”
Alice sighed. “Even the red?”
The White Rabbit hopped beside the Match Hare. “Yes, unfortunately, but I have an ‘in’ as you know. But, first we see the dormouse and the Madhatter. They’ve experience with thieves.”
“Things don’t disappear all the time here, not in my experience.” Alice tapped her shoe.
“Along time ago, almost so long ago that no one remembers, all the tea disappeared, not the tea sets.”
“The door mouse is he that old? Mice don’t live that long in my world.”
The March Hare and the White Rabbit sniggered. “He’s actually full of information when he’s not sleeping.”
Alice brushed her stockings off and headed towards the tea party table. The others followed behind her. The table was empty of visitors except for the Hatter, head in his hands in dispair. She’d never seen him hatless before in any of her visits.
She sat beside him. “Hello, Madhatter, tell me everything.” He peered up at her. “Tea thieves are the worst. Alice. I’m so pleased you’re here. Many years ago all our tea went missing. This time all our tea sets have vanished — some very precious.”
“I’m so sorry. Tell me more.” Alice sat and the Mad Hatter began his tale.
Alice sped through the path of green arches, the Cheshire Cat sidled past; his grin widened as she chased. “You, annoying beast, come back! It’s a maze of passages here; I can’t find a way out.”
“I can’t say where the exit is, but the White Rabbit might.” The cat’s form paled as he padded away. Alice’s eyes widened as the White Rabbit appeared from thin air.
He checked his pocket watch, his tongue clicking against his teeth. “Time waits for no one, Alice.”
She pursued him through the the twists and turns of vaulted arches crawling with leafy vines; Alice’s head spun. “Please Cheshire Cat, White Rabbit — no more games, how do I escape?”
The Chesire Cat slid past and the White Rabbit ‘boinked,’ her head. The leaves in front of her curled into themselves to reveal the Mad Hatter’s tea party through a hole in the maze.
The rabbit adjusted his pocket watch. “Sometimes we might think we’re lost, but in reality, home’s nearer than we think.”
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(Props to Disney’s latest Alice and Wonderland movies for inspiration).
Alone as daylight touches the morning sky, Alice escapes to her Wonderland — a private dance studio in the darkness; a dank car-pass off a dust-filled road where cars no longer drive. Now, it’s the place that stains her silken shoes with grime, and its musty interior makes her pulse skip and flutter. Alice’s limbs are fluid and precise as her body contorts, and her timing and rhythm are in-sync as the white-rabbit claps his paws; Alice bows.
Alice was excited to be eighteen and have her coming-out party in society. The young girl who talked nonsense about Wonderland was gone — the adult had almost swallowed her fantastical self completely.
She participated in garden parties, having tea in different settings such as fashionable tea rooms with her mother and girl friends. Alice went out with friends on picnics and sometimes on a double-date with a girl friend, two gentlemen with potential, and of course a chaperone.
Part of Alice always had a difficult time letting go of Wonderland. She knew it as a world infinantly crazy. At the same time, it was a place where she felt at home and life even though hidden beneath words and rhymes, made the most sense out of any place she had visited.
Alice had been around the world. Her father and mother had taken her to Europe. She had seen art and buildings thousands of years-old. She studied countless kings, queens, poets, philisophers, and clergymen as she travelled with a tutor. She had even been to the Orient, stocking up on silk and tea for he friends. Something about having tea, always appealed to her. It wasn’t merely Victorian society’s obsession with the past-time.
Throughout her travels, Alice found herself thinking about her days in Wonderland. She would consider if her two grand adventures actually occurred. If the dreams she still had of people and creatures in Wonderland — new and old, throughout her life –were true?
Alice could picture her Wonderland friends drinking tea, eating cookies, and talking nonsense; it had all felt real. She missed her childhood, but at the same time thought she had indeed been bonkers. Her friends at school had quickly shown her how odd little girls were treated and mocked, until Alice ceased talking about Wonderland at all.
As she grew-up, she believed she caught glimpses of a furry white rabbit in a vest following her, keeping watch. The White Rabbit would turn his head and smile at Alice, purposefully checking his pocket watch and then waving it at her. She didn’t know what the White Rabbit wanted from her and she was never quite sure if he was real. Alice began to ignore the White Rabbit, but he was persistent, even invading her sleep. Her dreams became increasingly vivid and she felt wherever she went, traces of Wonderland and its inhabitants, grasped her with dreamy tendrils.
Since Alice had first returned from Wonderland as a small girl of six, a pair of intense green-eyes and an attractive smile, had haunted her dreams. She knew this man, knew he’d always been watching out for her in the stickiest of situations as she grew up, keeping her safe. Alice had never had the chance to meet this young man, only knew that he lingered in her presence often, and that when he she felt him, she was at peace.
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Alice’s eigteenth birthday was a grand affair. Several young men and women attended with their families. Last night had been an opulent coming-out ball but tonight was a private affair for Alice and her closest girl friends. The best potential suitors for Alice and her friends were also invited.
She was sipping her tea when her eyes caught the eyes of a man she thought to be about five years her senior. His green-eyes were familiar and glinted knowingly at Alice. She stared at him enthralled; he seemed to know she was drawn to him. His smile was devastatingly familiar, but only in her dreams. Alice wasn’t sure she believedher dreams were genuine. Could magic still be real?
The young man was a strange creature to her, as strange as those creatures she’d met in Wonderland long ago. Perhaps more so, if the sins of the flesh the Abbot talked about were as terrible as he said they were. But Alice didn’t much care about the Abbot’s warnings. She was intrigued and had always been a curious girl; she peered at the green-eyed man considering him.
His suit was finely-made and he smiled at her boldly. He moved towards her, but Alice hid amongst her friends, not yet ready to meet him. Her heart fluttered when her eyes met the young man’s mysterious green-eyes again; he was laughing at her shyness.
Alice perturbed by his making fun of her, left her own party and went outside to ponder. She sat on a bench in the garden behind her house. She still tended the roses in the garden but had forgotten the unique song of all flowers, she had sung as a child. Her roses were wilting and dry. She stood up and bent to pick a lone surviving rose. Hearing odd noises she looked up.
She was unsure of where she was at first, the garden had disappeared and Alice stood on a large slippery brown rock in the middle of an ocean. A young man in a boat rowed towards her and the noises she heard was the water lapping against the stone.
“Oh, do hurry, this rock is so small and I think the water is rising,” Alice yelled to the man. She waved her arms until the boat was next to the rock and piercing green-eyes met her shocked blue ones. Strong hands gently held her steady as she stepped into the row boat.
Alice was grateful to the man, but then she recognized his face from the party. He pushed his short dark-brown waves from his forehead. His green-eyes knowingly studied Alice. She felt as a if she were a child again, under a teacher’s gaze, but the young man was not upset at her; he seemed curious and careful with her instead.
“Alice,” the young man said, “Please take a seat so I can row us to safer waters and neither one of us falls in the ocean.” Alice obeyed, sitting opposite of the man with her mouth gaping. The man gently closed her mouth, smoothing her skin with the back of his hand.
Alice’s face heated and she blushed,”Who are you? And why are you here with me in Wonderland? I didn’t think you were real, real enough to attend my party.”
The young man’s eyes twinkled cheerfully, “I’m Wren, Alice, and I’m here and yourhere because Wonderland needs us. It was time for you to return and time I met you in person — not only in your dreams.” Alice flushed red.
Wren chuckled, “You didn’t go easy on our friend the White Rabbit. He’s a bit peeved at you for ignoring him so long. He kept waving his prized watch at you. I’m surprised you weren’t curious enough to follow him, darling.”
“Wren, are you from Wonderland or did you come here as a child too, like me? You’ve been with me before a great deal. I remember your green-eyes and smile; you keep me safe, but you never say hello. I’ve never seen how you actually look before.”
“Dearest, I’ve always lived in Wonderland and you’re correct, I’ve been with you when you’ve visited and I take care you are safe in the outside world. I have a Cheshire Cat who watches you closely, along with my friend the White Rabbit. I haven’t always been able to be with you, but when I cannot you can be sure the Cheshire Cat or the White Rabbit are there.”
“Why do you keep me safe Wren and why do you call me dearest? I always thought you lived only in my dreams. It’s been so long since I visited through the looking glass; do you stand with the Red Queen or the White Queen?”
Wren smiled softly as he rowed the boat effortlessly, Alice peppering him with questions; he listened contentedly as he rowed. “I’m supported by the White Queen Alice, but my influence is greater than hers and so yourinfluence will be greater than any queen as well.”
Alice studied Wren. She had been staring her boots shyly, for far too long. It wasn’t like her to be shy, when she bubbled with questions. Yet, she could feel herself blush anytime she looked at Wren; his smile brightened when he caught Alice staring.
She brushed the blond hair out of her eyes and in her frilly white dress, balled her hands together on her lap, determined to have a long look at Wren. She was assured she’d seen him before in some form and felt his presence keeping her from harm. Wren was beautiful to Alice; he was handsome and lithely muscled beneath his clothes. He was from Wonderland so she was pleased not to have to hide nonsensicallogic from him; he already would understand what Wonderland was like.
She noticed his eyes peruse her and Alice blushed again. Wren reached for her small hand and squeezed it gently, as he stopped rowing the boat. “Alice, you’re beautiful. As a girl, I thought you a fascinating girl, defeating the Red Queen and deftly dealing with Time. You had such a tousled head of blond hair and you still do. You’ve the same inquisitive blue-eyes and you’ve grown into a stunning woman,” Wren told her squeezing her hand again. He seemed genuine and the compliments made Alice flustered.
“Your beauty is also an asset when one has been tasked to guard Wonderland as we have,” Wren continued.”Beauty can attract and fool people and often, at the same time,” Wren said, absently stroking circles on Alice’s hand. “It’s hard for me to explain. Especially since I’ve much more experience than you’ve in life. Humans ageslowly in Wonderland –most creatures here do. But as in any land, we have ourownways to protect and our own tyrants to fight. You have proven yourself twice against our foes.”
Wren held both her hands firmly, appearing serious, “We have always had two guardians at a time, for a thousand Wonderland years each pair, ensuring Wonderland’s survival. Our guardians are a couple; a couple is stronger than one being. I am one guardian, born in Wonderland and familiar with its ways,” Wren said.
“The second guardian is you, Alice, born of the outside world. You have learned and come to love Wonderland — though lately you pretend otherwise. You are the second guardian Alice and I’ve waited forever for you, my other half. You know forever can be a very long time.”
Alice blushed and then upon realizing the great responsibility she now had, her face went white, “Why me? Is this why I have never been able to forget Wonderland all these years ? Am I to marry you, a man I don’t really know?
Wren grinned at Alice tugging gently on her hands as she tried to free herself from his touch; he chuckled, playfully. Alice began to smile too and as she peered up from their joined hands, she saw the row boat resting on a beach. They stepped over the side of the boat and the vivacity and colour of Wonderland surrounded her as they walked into the forest. The flowers greeted Alice immediately, so happy she had returned.
Wren stopped walking a moment, turning to face Alice. He was heads above her and tilted her chin up to look at him. “My Alice,” he began, “Magic is a curious thing. It can find the right people and draw them together. It has always driven me to you. I have loved you since I first saw you.”
“That makes no sense.”
“But it does Alice. You believe in magic, yes?” Alice nodded.
“Then you know. If you want magical things to happen, you must believe in them. We must believe in each other. And what’s knowing? People are together fifty-years in your world and they don’t know each other. Often, they’ve forgotten the magic — the love, between them. Here the world is magic and I will not forget you or our love.”
“Wren, I’m particularly fond of you. I’ve never felt this way, except about you, ever — only in dreams when you visited, when I felt you near somehow. Is that love and is it enough? And I’m only eighteen-years-old, how can I guard Wonderland?
Wren smiled and he gently pecked Alice’s lips.”We have forever. Forever is a thousand Wonderland years. All your old friends are here. Not those girls who were cruel to you for being you at school. Wonderland needs us both and you will soon know me as I know you. We will even know each other better than most people ever know each other. What you feel for me, I’m so thankful for. And yes it is enough, it is the beginning of love.”
“I’m not sure couples should always know each other better. Sometimes secrets are better kept,” Alice said thoughtfully.
“Dearest, we cannot have secrets. We have a responsibility but we have a haven in each other and perhaps much later, a child to carry on as guardian with another girl or boy from your world, when forever comes,” Wren stated stroking Alice’s cheek.
“I can trust you, Wren? I’d rather have the truth in a nonsensical way than an outright lie,” Alice said firmly staring at Wren.
He blushed this time, “I will be truthful to you —nonsensically and sensically.”
Alice smiled and kissed Wren’s cheek before saying,”You never said Wren, who do we guard Wonderland from?”
“From reality, Alice. From those who do not believe in magic. For those who would tell people love is not real and everything has to be logical and makesense. Though our world is much nonsense, we make moresense than the real world. There are always monsters in the midst and as you know, timehimself is often one of them. So are Queens and many tyrants, there is always a badguy somewhere I’m afraid,” Wren said a bit tiredly.
Alice stared at Wren, standing on her tippy-toes, and stroking his stumbled cheeks in comfort. She felt drawn to Wren, as if she were in a pleasant fog. Gently her lips met Wren’s for a kiss. He kissed her back more intensely and she could feel what she knew was passion between them; it was Alice’s first real kiss. They lingered a while, walking and teasing each other, stealing more kisses which were more difficult for Alice to step away from each time.
A stray thought occurrred to her as they walked, “Won’t my mother miss me?” Alice asked, “How can I leave her alone?”
“She will believe you married a wealthy heir and will be pleased, as that will be the truth; we can visit her often, though she will be gone for most of your lifetime.”
Alice nodded feeling sad, but realizing her duty with Wren. She wasn’t afraid, knowing he was with her. She knew their relationship was blossoming and would flourish, perhaps, with ‘ups’ and ‘downs’ as couples had — but perhaps, better. Their connection had been built her entire life.
Taking Wren’s hand, Alice walked off into Wonderland. How curious her home would be here with Wren and his green–eyes gazing at her with love, and the White Rabbit out of no where, jumping beside them.
The Alouette, created by Jan Turner, consists of two or more stanzas of 6 lines each, with the following set rules:
Meter: 5, 5, 7, 5, 5, 7
Rhyme Scheme: a, a, b, c, c, b
The form name is a French word meaning ‘skylark’ or larks that fly high, the association to the lark’s song being appropriate for the musical quality of this form. The word ‘alouette’ can also mean a children’s song (usually sung in a group), and although this poetry form is not necessarily for children’s poetry (but can be applied that way), it is reminiscent of that style of short lines. Preference for the meter accent is on the third syllable of each line (please see examples below).
Thank you to Nortina from Lovely Curses for hosting the Moral Monday`s challenge. This week`s moral is: ” Better Late Than Never.” Excuse the lateness of this 100 word offering.
The White Rabbit – Alice in Wonderland – (www.underscoopfire.com)
Alice was waiting for the White Rabbit. In all her time in Wonderland, Alice couldn’t remember the White Rabbit having ever not been, exactly on time.
Alice began tapping the toes of her maryjane’s on the road. That intolerable sweeping dog was at it again, sweeping the path away.
“White Rabbit where are you?” Alice called. They were hours late for tea and the Mad Hatter would be crazy upset.
Exhausted, the White Rabbit arrived. Blood streaked his snowy fur.
Alice gasped, “What happened?”
“Hunters,” he said. “You humans and your hunters.”
A Clerihew is a comic verse consisting of two couplets and a specific rhyming scheme, aabb invented by Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875-1956) at the age of 16. The poem is about/deals with a person/character within the first rhyme. In most cases, the first line names a person, and the second line ends with something that rhymes with the name of the person.
Alicia Baker was going for her regular Sunday morning run into the river valley when she came upon a large white rabbit sitting still. The rabbit turned to look at her and stared at Alicia as he wiggled his nose. It was then she noticed a pocket watch clipped to his fur and if she was really honest, Alicia would tell you she thought the rabbit was inclining his head at her as if he wanted her to follow him. But Alicia would never admit to such imaginary notions.
She picked up speed in her Lululemon running pants and top and started to run away from the rabbit. All was well until she stumbled onto a large hole in the ground. She stood at the prepice of the hole when that strange white rabbit with his pocket watch stood up and pushed her in the hole.
Memories assaulted Alicia as she fell forever ending up in a familiar place she couldn’t quite identify. She saw the white rabbit again and angrily cried, “Wait.” But the rabbit kept pace ahead of her and as she followed it she heard a dreaded voice, a voice she hoped to never hear again.
” Whose been painting my roses red?”
Alicia now fully aware where she had fallen to, imagined roasting a rabbit over a spit. She ran her hands through her blond hair in frustration and remembering it was her unbirthday stomped off in search of a Mad Hatter, in need of cakes and tea. She’d done it again, she’d fallen into Wonderland.
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