My mind resembles the croquet flamingoes in Alice <br />in Wonderland, when I try to hit reality’s hedgehogs <br />with my flamingo-mind it turns its long neck away, <br />I miss material reality completely, finding a meta- <br />physical universe in an immaterial dimension <br />which my brother says does not exist <br /> <br />I am overcome by the wonders of symbolism and <br />magical imagery, ideas about magnetism and <br />water reflecting human consciousness, near- <br />death-experiences and astral travel, paid <br />to play croquet with the Queen of Hearts <br />calling herself the Department of Arts <br /> <br />I try to turn my flamingo mind upright again and <br />aim for the hedgehog of reality in the messages <br />sent by the one-eyed Troll Interpol, sighing and <br />floating down to earth, aiming for the Interpol <br />message, missing again, beautiful words <br />shining like golden rays in my heart <br /> <br />Bewitching my thoughts, I am floating still, re- <br />membering I was given freedom to follow my <br />dreams, explore spiritual realms and visions <br />I cannot anchor my feelings in Interpol’s bay <br />while my flamingo mind is periscoping in <br />fairyland - in a joy I cannot describe<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/periscoping-in-fairyland-29-10-09/
