Writing in Voices

Unsia (I)

Wondering what to do next, suddenly she called him a fish.

The Fish repeated the words a little, “From the Queen.”

“There such a noise inside—a constant howling and sneezing. I could let you out,” she said to herself; “But—How am I to get in?” she repeated.

She knew the meaning of it all. How their names whispered the end of things.

Unsia (II)

He looked as though his cheeks lived under the sea. “Why, a jelly-fish!” cried the Mouse.

Of course, they solemnly laugh; the confusion was over at last.

“You promised to tell me your history, you know,” she added in a whisper.

Oh, that direction…

“How do you know you’re mad?”

Would the fall never come to an end? She had to kneel down with one arm curled round her head.

“Now I can do no more, whatever happens. I fancied that kind of thing never happened—but I’m grown up now.”