Under Shawl 

Chiffon
The depth of my soul,
Buried beneath the cathedral stone,
My breath shallow,
The weight of my pain wrapped under shawl,
My lips bleeding in lacey throw,
Unable to speak,
My dues,
I owe,
Cast undertow.

 

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The Mad Hatter

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Photo courtesy of Miss Apiheiress

China of finery,

Little saucers and sugary treats,

Lacey doilies and teapots hanging from trees,

Hares and grinning Cheshire Cats,

Hats of black, big hats, small hats,

The Hatter has,

A hat parade,

Riddle me this,

Recite with me,

Nonsensical poetry,

Little white rabbits hop through the woods,

Down the rabbit hole,

One two three,

Come to wonderland,

Don’t be shy,

The Mad Hatter will open your eyes,

The world is upside down,

Suspended by a wire,

The Queen of Hearts,

She likes to spill blood,

She’s looking for thrill,

She’s looking for laughs,

Her croquet mallet swinging,

The foul mouthed Monarch,

Wants your head swung across the garden path,

We don’t all bite,

Well only a little,

So come to wonderland,

Where time is twisted,

Bent and still,

Of tea parties and Alice’s pills.

J.CALVERT 2016