Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Twisted Fate

by Isabelle Coy-Dibley

Alice bit from the apple, deliciously red
As she fell to the ground looking quite dead.
The bare stone so cold as she curled up in pain,
And as pale as snow white she whispered in vain:
‘I chose the wrong path; I took a bad turn,’
While she lay on the floor with growing concern,
She thought, where’s the white rabbit? My happy ending?
As she prepared for the doom that was so impending,
This was not meant to be her once upon a time,
But she realized too late, she lived the wrong rhyme.

Added: 13.04.2011