She follows the white rabbit,
His buttons undone by the breeze.
The clock is broken,
But the rabbit runs as if he were late.
🐇
White teacups dance, a mouse in a hat,
Strawberry jam spills riddles on toast.
She laughs.
Logic is too far away from this land.
☕️
The cards make an entrance,
Roses painted in beautiful red,
She chooses the white ones, instead.
🌹
Quiet, like snow surprising in early May,
The rabbit waits, moving his tail,
Until she meets him again.
🐇
©️Susan Fourtané, 2025 - All rights reserved
Free verse for Ellie’s Wonderland poetry challenge: Day 20 - Prompt: White
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Susan Fourtané
Susan Fourtané is a Science and Technology Journalist, a professional writer with over 18 years experience writing for global media and industry publications. She's a member of the ABSW, WFSJ, Society of Authors, and London Press Club.
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