Alice Jolly

“That the first time I see poetry writ down
It does all go from left to right
I see now it must

But not all the space is filld up
The words have their own pattern
Make a picture on the page
The space that is writ
Speak as loud as the space that is not

I cannot read them right but I like to see
The spaces and all that lie in them

Soon soon I will read them correct
I see the path ahead long and steep
Rising through many tight knit trees
Lit all the way with bright lanterns
So one may step on boldly
I must work and work”
― Alice Jolly, Mary Ann Sate Imbecile