Photography by Edouard Boubat

Hope floats waves
splashing against
the heart of a seashell.

Drunk on fairy-tales
I Alice shrink into escape,
and play cards with dreams.

Bitter has no voice,
anger no pedestal
where mermaids sing.

With my ear to the sea
I’m a five-year-old
dancing on sea glass
dressed in the armor of imagination
reality can’t pierce.

©Susie Clevenger 2019


Great read, Suzie, good to see you. 😊
Carrie Van Horn said…
I love this place of imagination and dreams in this beautiful poem Susie! I think all poets are true dreamers at heart. We all need a place of escape from the negatives of life. So glad you joined us today at the Muse!
Sherry Blue Sky said…
I love this, especially the closing lines.
Margaret said…
Adore the "Alice" reference!