She Ain't Alice

photo by Elaine Usdin

For Magpie Tales:  The Mag

She Ain't Alice

That's plain to see

The rabbit's dead

Too stiff to live

At the top her lips of teal

What did the artist intend to say?

Hold a rabbit far away?

A box in a box? Far too crude

Or could it be my perception's screwed?

Time

Weekend Mini-challenge 

For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

With picture prompt from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie 

sharing with Poets United Poetry Pantry

After midnight we turn
into what we were
party's over
masks are dropped

Locking ourselves
in rooms of regret
we question the realities
of time after time

Like Alice the sign says eat
we do
the hands drop from time
as Poe's Raven screams Nevermore