Down the Rabbit hole

Down the Rabbit Hole
by Erin Forbes
 
She slips down, 
                     down, 
                            down, 
 
Into a realm of fascination, 
Into a land of lost wonder,
A piece of her imagination. 
 
Where does she wander?
 
Into a heap of blue and white, 
Tried eyes and tapping fingers. 
She lands under the faded light.
 
Where has she gone?
 
Seldom does she emerge from there, 
Without a call from the wild hare. 
 
Wonderland.
 
There’s no proper explanation, 
She taps the pen in hesitation.