Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – “Rhubarb” (posted by Paul)
What character(s) might have found a home in your psyche? How would they write if they were to pen a poem? Today I would ask that you tune your channel to one or more of those subconscious storytellers and pen a poem from their perspective or simply write a poem about them.
Let me rearrange some of
my feet before I begin.
Never tell a tale until
you are quite comfortable.
Ah, that’s better. My pipe
is filled; I compose in blue
blown smoke. First letter
is A for Alice. I bear her
no malice but she can be
bothersome. Asking endless
questions, trying to make sense
of cents and incense. Harasses
White Rabbit, tailing him,
pestering him about his obsession
with time. Minding her own
business would give us all
some peace. Alice would be better
off attending one of those insane
tea parties that Hatter is always
throwing. Now, if you will excuse
me, some of my feet have gone
to sleep, and I’d best refill