Tiptoeing Through the Tulgey Wood
Wonderland Challenge day 24 "Jabberwocky"
I instruct myself on being more frightened
Of the deepening darkness and rollicking silence
Yet all my words of sage advice seem to wearily echo
Through the dense gathering, a mirrored hall of trees
Infinite brush as far as the knees can bee
I tiptoe through swarms of fluttering heartbeats
The tittering clouds of panicked snickering
Lure me merrily from the path of lucidity
Faces I forgot to remember, looming
Grimacing in lightning hollows
Cheeks puffing at my lack of recognition
Humming the lullaby of the Jabberwocky
Monotone notes droning, clouding my eyes
Confusing the ground for the sky
The closer I feel I may be creeping to the edge
The deeper I seem to be traipsing instead
Skipping this way, then galumphing on back
I feel tart cherry tears sliding, glazed, and slick
If no one’s there to see the bloody mess
Did they really redden my face and dress?
Looking down, sapphire transitioned to ruby distress
An intoxicated larva with delusions of grandeur
Preached the way to preserve my bobbling sphere
Lop off the top of every painted thorn bush
Burn the thickets infested with serpents and cackling puss
Leering and jeering, in every snare for miles
With no ax or rake, and no lit torch I bow
Head nestled neatly ‘twixt my feet
Woods left in tact, décollation long complete
K.B. Silver
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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Comments (4)
Gosh this felt like being in a crowded room with acquaintances I've forgotten the names of, that I really should know, and the anxiety and fear and tension is so palpable in the words!
Fantastic narrative poem! I felt completely immersed in the scene!
Oh, wow, this is great, K.B. What a magical journey
This poem paints such a vivid journey. It's like wandering through a tangled forest of fear and self-doubt, beautifully captured in every line.