Alice In Wonderland

She frenziedly smeared the rogue make-up about... 
Her ivory malaise face; contorted seemed vanities glass
While breaking orange's gloss, laced lipstick as painting her
Cheshire cat's up turned smile currents of excitement and she rattling
Silver streaks in highlight's hair her favourite, champagne pink, stilettos
Tapping a memoir's mania beat upon, revamping's boudoir's floor peignoir, with 
frills....
Palpable fanfare, held the essence be her creed ? Porcelain ballerina's dementia 
and, dreams.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Duncan Avatar
June 1, 2015 at 5:55 AM
Very nice write,, not so much like my Rabbit Hole though :)
Cornelius  Chidera  Avatar
July 14, 2014 at 3:01 AM
NICE POEM
Chircop Avatar
July 11, 2014 at 11:24 PM
That dementia can indeed get to anyone,even to porcelain ballerinas..Yes John,behind the beautiful skun still lies the weaknesses,pain and illnesses,if not today,tomorrow.That is why We have to be compassionate towards the ill.
Chircop Avatar
July 11, 2014 at 11:25 PM
Skin i meant..oops :)
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