In the house of the Duchess.

In the house of the Duchess
the Duchess sleeps
in a white room, dreaming
of lambs, whipped cream
and white gardenias,

while Alice flickers
like a flame
down endless
corridors,

where the carpets
are soft white moss
on naked feet,

past the room filled
with spirals of blue smoke

and the one
where music tumbles
heedless, needless,
across the threshold,

past a row of mirrors,
reflecting Alice
like a ticking clock,
and all those
ice white
marble statues,
straining to move,

down endless twisting
stairs, past windows
that look out
on snowy lawns,

past the room
of purple tears,
and the one
where strange plants
coil and creep,

until, finally,
she leaves the scent
of lilies far behind.

Another ride on the mushroom.

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5 thoughts on “In the house of the Duchess.

  1. So much love for this:

    “dreaming
    of lambs, whipped cream
    and white gardenias”

    “carpets
    are soft white moss
    on naked feet” … That sounds like heaven!

    “[the] past[:] the room filled
    with spirals of blue smoke” … ❤❤❤

    “and the one
    where music tumbles
    heedless, needless,
    across the threshold” … This is where I want to crawl into your lap and hug you. 🙂

    “down endless twisting” … Great line break.

    “on snowy lawns,
    past the room
    of purple tears,
    and the one
    where strang[l]e[d] plants
    coil and creep” … I LOVE this!!!

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