Debbie Houghton

Dark dank down hole, Alice whole?
Cup of tea floating by on a tray,
it was gray.
It was cold, it was cracked, chipped, mouldy and old
Is it me? Can you see?A rabbit was here once you know
why was he in such a hurry to go?Falling fast falling past did I become present?
There's No bows, there's no tags, just plain damp dark rags
Shrew mouse tumbling tears she's undone
unraveling a tissue...