|Close by was a little table with the words DRINK ME|
written on the table in gold letters.
At Castell Powis, near Welshpool, Powys, Wales.
|A tiny, tiny house belonging to little Alis |
and her family at Ceinws--
but who could live in a house so small?
|Clive Hicks Jenkins|
invites me to climb up and pass through a portal
between two worlds--
one of them inhabited by strange beings.
At Meri Wells's house.
|"'One side of what? The other side of what?' |
thought Alice to herself."
In this case, it is one side of the portal.
|The other side of the portal.|
|Dave Bonta, as curious as Alice (or Alis)|
at a tiny portal in the "amorphous shrubbery."
|Look at that Bonta-tongue! |
(Click for a closer inspection...)
Here I think Dave must be a Green Man,
vomiting the vegetative world,
as the Green Man does so often in medieval church carvings.
|Dave snug in the portal, content between worlds.|