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Guest Poet

Gayle J. Greenlea - A poem of Alice in Wonderland.


Wonderland


Picture

 

It was your pocket watch I saw first

through vibrating strings

and I followed your music by the river

the sound of you thumping in my chest

leaves of the forest winding 'round us like a jungle

tangling us in its roots

 

"This way, you said,"

and you took my hand

whooshing me

through a worm hole;

our fall, furious and

frenzied

doors behind us shrinking

as we drank each other like a potion

until molecules melded

in poetry and soup

inflamed with pepper that made us sneeze

 

we sobbed a sea of tears

for recognition and remembrance

as the Cheshire Cat grinned his disembodied grin

shooting arrows at us through the flood

the salty depths like amniotic fluid

holding us safely in a womb of home

 

But then the shout,

"Off with his head,"

and you were ripped from me

no warning

carried on a wave

into a garden of white roses

and I watched you through a keyhole

as you painted them all red

while the Cheshire cat's grin looked on

 

And the cook threw her dishes

and rubbed her eyes with habanero

until the tears wouldn't stop

and I could no longer remember my poem

or get my multiplication tables right.

 

And so the mad tea party began

with riddles and stories,

a substitution of variables,

inverse relationships,

and karacterz standing still, stuck at 6 p.m.

 

And I am a white rose you're painting red

because, you say, it's your favourite colour.

But I am purple, I tell you,

though you raise your brush of red

not caring that I bleed

or that the tarts are stolen

as the Cheshire Cat grins in space.

 

 


Gayle J. Greenlea began writing poetry at age eight, inspired by a love of trees which has remained a central theme throughout her life.  Born in Fort Worth, Texas, she now resides in Sydney, Australia where she works as a professional Counselour and Spiritual Care Practitioner in the health system.

A peace and justice advocate for more than three decades, Gayle has worked to further multicultural and interfaith collaboration, provide care and support in  the gay community,  promote prevention of violence and sexual abuse and ameliorate healing for survivors. She holds an MDiv in theological studies from Trinity Lutheran Seminary in Columbus Ohio and is recipient of the Anna Seidler Award for Systematic Theology, 1988. 

One of her poems was commissioned for the Fair-Well to Violence event in San Antonio, Texas in 1995, and she has written liturgy and presided as Celebrant for gatherings of the National Association of Mental Illness and the National Hispanic Ministries Conference for the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America.  She has worked as both a print and broadcast journalist, Press Secretary for the Democratic Party and Get Out the Vote in Texas, and co-authored a paper on Spirituality and Health, published in the Australian Health Review, March 2010. Her poem, "Wonderland," received the PROD award from Australian Poetry in 2011. 

In addition to poetry, Gayle is writing a novel, sings and plays guitar and dabbles in photography, art, quantum physics, string theory, and cosmology. She has a passion for theatre, nature, Space, cats, coffee, chocolate, cooking, Spanish language and culture, human rights and the dignity of all creatures.  
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