Faeries dropped her on the heath;
Earth's fresh jewel, did bequeath.
Sapphire pools, gossamer wings,
Dewy-blossomed sweet pipings.
Nourished in a faery bower,
Translucent blush, fairest flower.
Mother's sweetest lullaby—
There, there, dear, now don't you cry!
Crisscrossed.
Whitewashed.
Wonderland screams.
Cheshire-Cat dreams.
Faery dust on hallowed ground,
Flaxen-haired, she looked around.
Transient whispers, elfish play,
Drink me, drink me, it did say.
Image fading, shrunk to nought.
Eat me, eat me, should and ought.
Mother, dearest, who am I?
There, there, dear, now don't you cry!
Crisscrossed.
Whitewashed.
Wonderland screams.
Cheshire-Cat dreams.
Netherworld with banshee sound;
Twisted braids, spirit bound.
Dark kaleidoscopic twirl,
Midnight mushrooms, wicked girl!
Blasphemous captivity,
Baneful, cruel apathy.
Mother's darkest wailing cry—
Precious changeling, please don't die!
Crisscrossed.
Whitewashed.
Wonderland screams.
Cheshire-Cat dreams.
Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
Who is what and what is she?
Skeleton, oh, roguish form—
Take to heart, perform, perform!
Whirling dervish, let them guess:
Script rehearsed, camouflage dress.
Mother's nightmare, plaintive sigh—
There, there, dear, oh why, oh why?
Crisscrossed.
Whitewashed.
Wonderland screams.
Cheshire-Cat dreams.
By the chasm, deep in shade,
Faery hands from leafy glade
Reach across, full fathom long.
Trust yet, dear, in faery song!
Grasping, quivering all the way,
Looking-glass reflections sway.
Mother's hope and yearnings high—
There, there, dear, with me come lie!
Crisscrossed.
Whitewashed.
Wonderland screams.
Cheshire-Cat dreams.
Miracle, is what she said.
Self-esteem, self-love be fed.
Drink love's draught, and drink it deep;
Purged, refreshed, new life to reap.
Trust and faith will faeries bind,
Love's sweet breath blows gentle, kind.
Mother's grateful, weeping eye—
There, there, dear, now don't you cry!
Crisscrossed.
Whitewashed.
Wonderland screams.
Cheshire-Cat dreams.
Brightest pearl, be well with thee,
Glistening stars to help you see—
Faeries' gift of cherished rue
Always bless you, guide you, too.
Fairest flow'r of love's true cast,
Garner life, embrace it fast.
Mother's sweetest lullaby—
There, there, dear, no need to cry! –