Poem 125: Alice in Wonderland

beneath a sea

of indifferent storms

she reigns

as the blackest of fire

calm as the night queen

from the court of flame

in the looking glass

shining as hard as stone,

but delicate as a web

or mantle of snow

in the realm of trees,

dancing for the sun,

king of her whitest fire

through her looking glass,

a pulsing crown

of brightest light.