Cerise Posted September 21, 2005 Share Posted September 21, 2005 From my "Poet Through the Looking Glass" series, mostly inspired by Stephanie Bolster's White Stone collection. I always like to see what happens when literary characters meet outside their own worlds. In Which Alice Meets Clara They meet at a café years later, Clara having flown in from Strasburg for the Christmas holiday. Alice orders tea and shows Clara how to make it the Russian way. Lemon slice in the bottom, No milk. No sugar. They enjoy the aging quality of bitterness together. Alice tells stories from Oxford. They talk about Leopold and Princes who promise a dance and then come up wooden with mice hanging over their shoulders. And of course, there are those Sugar Plum fairies waiting for their cue. This time there are no photographers bearing riddles. None of Herr Drosselmeier’s dolls with ugly yawning jaws and silk capes. Their Wonderlands have faded, leaving small pieces of soul under glass, captured in a pose, in a movement of the arms. They speak of a past Clara can’t quite remember. The name ‘Marie’ and a rat with seven heads. Swords striking through the heel of a silk slipper. Blood dripping on a glass cabinet. Alice also has images that pass with the whir of a shutter. A dark room that eludes exposure. After the pot is emptied they tumble out into the street. Spinning each other round in the wet white snow, they re-enact a pas de deux in glorious lack of form. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fweethawt Posted September 21, 2005 Share Posted September 21, 2005 I guess it would be better if one were familiar with the characters that you're writing about here. I can't complain too much though. After all, you included me in that piece. Somewhat... with mice hanging over their shoulders. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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