THE THIRD ALICE TRILOGY

Photography by poet Duane Locke

Photography by poet Duane Locke


MOONDROPS

Mother moon cries. Eye-weeper.

Earth’s waters replenish her tears.

Mother moon cries in great travail.

THE TWIXT & THE TWIDDLE

Coal-black armor on midnight steed.
Swords clashing in the heavenlies.

We lie between twixt and twiddle.
Seeking safety and understanding.

THE THIRD ALICE

Asleep, the third Alice has
appeared in the third Heaven.

Her unglorified body flits
easily into celestial spaces;

haunting heaven thru desire.

Awake, she is weighed down;
the temporal demands of life.

The third Alice sees the glorious
flash of white wings encircle her.

Hears pure knowledge whisper
to her spirit, “soon, but not yet.”

ALICE PARRIS

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2 responses to “THE THIRD ALICE TRILOGY

  1. hi, i really like your poem, and i am curious to know who or what you refer to by the title the third alice.

    you are welcome to have alook at my poems if you would like on

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    • I just found out this Spring that not only was my grandmother an Alice but her mother was as well. Hence, I am the third Alice on my mother’s mother’s side. It has nothing to do with moods personas, multiple personalities or things of that sort. I will check out your poetry. Thank you for reaching out, Alice.

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