Thoughts Upon Seeing Alice in 3D
No doubt you
have some special talent
In my dreams. Not everyone,
after all, is born
With such a figment
for suspended animation
As you, so head o'er heels,
gyre and gimble in the wabe
Of whiffling tulgey wood and
borogoves. But — and, mind you
There's always a but
for to reason and wrestle — I wish
You'd make your mimsy more
beware. Words lobbed
One hemisphere over another
wither sense and numbers
Get turned 'round and cards
do battle white against red and
Black knight banished not with love and
teapots upset and, oh dear, yes,
A rabbit dressed in morning coat
serves up no one's snicker-snack! Would
Mad Hatter had burbled on for
me as Tweedledum does Tweedledee
As he does Alice, too, and galumphing
back behind White Queen
Before the Red is dead, bow
deep and spell me, as his wont, his
Eyes to spin and brain to
freeze. What more might leave you
Stunned? Your drug of choice not mine
numbs the stress and press of time
At the back of the neck like thumbs
on screws. Meanwhile, I up from the hole
Down went, remove such rose-colored glasses
as Alice, herself returned quite right
In head, does her own fair bidding
best, a jib to Hatter's jig and jag of
Glorious nonsense. Callooh! Callay!
Jabberwocky be pitied
© 2010 Maureen E. Doallas. All Rights Reserved.
I wrote this poem for Carry On Tuesday's prompt for March 16: to use the opening of Isabel Allende's 1999 novel Daughter of Fortune — Everyone is born with some special talent — wholly or partly in an original poem or prose piece. Links to contributions from all the participants in Carry on Tuesday #44 are here.
With appreciation for Lewis Carroll's Jabberwocky poem from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (1872):
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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I took a bit of creative license with the words, may Lewis Carroll forgive me.