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Thursday, February 8, 2018

The Mirror Drops


The staircase curls in Goldilocks gold
and Alice bottle madness.
Nightmare's dream frost the moon
in sing song tongues of this is, that isn’t
urging feet to find the bottom of what goes up.

The mirror drops where toes tread fear
and the footprints of who should silver splash
with reflections of who shouldn’t.

Go where with care because once you’re there,
too much may be too little and too little too much.

16 comments :

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Love the metaphysical tone and nature of this poem, Susie!💖 Especially; "The mirror drops where toes tread fear and the footprints of who silver splash with reflections of who shouldn’t."💖

gillena cox said...

Luv your Alice-que approach to Stairs Susie

Much💚love

brudberg said...

There is something that reminds of an Escher painting in this, the infinite stairway leading nowhere... a certain type of nightmare, running getting nowhere. Love it with it's wordplay.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love those closing lines.....and that staircase is amazing!

Fireblossom said...

"Drink me." Ha! This is a topsy turvy through-the-looking-glass kind of adventure.

Jim said...

Not too much nor is it too little. Just right. Now I can add mirrors to things not to stand under. It was a short list, headed by a ladder. I always try to see how the prompter handles the prompt. You did not disappoint.
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Vivian Zems said...

I love how you bounce metaphors off each other. Good job!

MNL (Cactus Haiku) said...

I love this, the way it the words lilt

Brendan MacOdrum said...

Doncha love dreams, with their invitation to voyage and rattlesnake tail of nightmare? This staircase wobbled and grew and refracted and redrew like an Escher print, locking us into the well (for the night, anyway), with "too much may be too little and too little too much." Dances with wyrdwolves.

Old Egg said...

I thought I was with the Mad Hatter in Wonderland after reading this. Are you sure your name is not Alice too?

Kim Russell said...

I enjoyed the bringing together of Goldilocks, Lewis Carroll's Alice and Escher's staircase, Susie, and love the riddles in the lines:
'Nightmare's dream frost the moon
in sing song tongues of this is, that isn’t
urging feet to find the bottom of what goes up'
and
'Go where with care because once you’re there,
too much may be too little and too little too much'.

WildChild47 said...

I feel like I'm falling and simultaneous looking up at the spiral - the stairs leading up down - the image resembles a crowning glory. And I feel like I'm in a Tim Burton movie. LOL - which is unsettling, but also curiously fun, in some ways. This is rich.

Debi Swim said...

"Go where with care" excellent. Reminds me of "Be careful what you wish for. Beautiful word combinations.

Old Egg said...

How I wanted this to go on! I blame Alice who carelessly continued to get herself in awkward predicaments and still survived. I loved your conundrum ending.

MNL (Cactus Haiku) said...

your poem captures that dizzy feeling I have looking down these stairs

grapeling said...

that closing line sums us up, doesn't it?

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