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Alethea Westlund
I write poetry, I love it, I cherish it. Every morning I wake up to a poem being read, I hear it in my daily …

Poems

Sheila Jacob Mar 2016
Treasure your holidays
in Llandudno, Alice.
Skip along the promenade,                          
play tag on the beach
and when it’s time for bed                                
wave goodnight to the sea
as it drinks the sunset.

Go boating on the Thames.                            
Paddle your fingers.                                      
Listen to stories, doze.

Chase a talking  white rabbit
sporting white
 kid gloves.    


Take tea with a dormouse,
  play croquet with a Queen:
  
  this is not your dream
  but makes you smile.

  Don’t wish too hard
  for womanhood,
  it arrives soon enough.

  You’ll be feted, photographed,
   posed as holy Agnes
   and noble Alethea.  
                
  With "dreaming eyes of wonder" 
  Discover Alice
  in your own looking-glass.

   And when it’s time to dance
    in your bridal gown
    cherish the moment.

    Two sons will die
    fighting for their country.

    Remember them
    as flames that burn
    long after each candle’s
    blown.
A poem about Alice Liddell(1852-1934),widely believed to have been the inspiration for Lewis Carroll's book Alice's Adventures  In Wonderland and Through The Looking Glass. She married the cricketer Reginald Hargreaves and had three sons,Alan,Leopold and Caryl.Alan and Leopold were both killed in action in World War One.