You were my white rabbit
to follow, take me away
I was an Angel called Alice that
thought you a thing of beauty
All you saw down the rabbit hole
was dust & dirt, darkness,
I saw Angels sadly singing,
locked up, little pills at bedtime
but was reassured the way the world shone
when I said your name
I was convinced
you were waiting for me there
so I asked someone
the way to the fireworks
in Rabbit town, they
weren't sure if there
were going to be any
' No fireworks, on Bonfire night?'
so I followed the talking lamp lights
all the way to the dim, dank river
where a homeless man,
whom I thought to be a messenger
asked me for a coin
& pointed me to a pub
where Rabbits
were gathered drinking
old porter or stout
' There are no fireworks tonight'
they said & asked me
for my passport
''An Angel?
& down here? Ha ha!"
'' I bet she's never
been ******!"
" Look, please,
I'm just trying to find someone''
I said, not a little upset
'' Yeah, well, who?''
so I told them about you
& they laughed & laughed
'' Us rabbits don't love Angels
He doesn't love you''
'' I think he is a man'' I said
'' That's even worse : lost cause'', they scoffed
as I made my way out
of the Rabbit pub
someone brushed past me
'' Psst, psst, he lives up North''
so I made my way
to the rabbit train station
sat down briefly
on a wall to rest
just then a police car
with some rabbits turned up
'' Angel, you must be cold
what are you doing out here''
'' Yes, get in the car" they said
I tried to explain as best as I was allowed
that I was on my way to meet you
but they packed me away into the car
& before I knew it, drove me there too
Now I'm just another Angel
locked up, drugged & singing sadly
' mental health' the problem, apparently
& each day they tell me
that you don't love me
that's what they do,
the rabbit quacks
but when I get out
I'm going to find you
I'm an Angel,
& Angels always have faith.
A variation on & borrowing some lines from my earlier poem ' Do you believe in white rabbits', playing on/twisting the theme of Alice in Wonderland, but based on true experiences ( metaphors aside). I'm not locked up anymore, btw & nothing ever came of my love for this person in the end but at least it's making poetry...