Far far away in Wonderland,
Beside the shores of coral sand,
Naughty Alice dances around,
Scattering hearts across the ground.
Dipping her hand into the jar,
Singing ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’.
One for the Rabbit to replace his pocket clock,
One for the turtle – no longer just a mock.
A handful for the Dodo, to bring him back to life,
and the Mad Hatter who dearly sought a wife.
The next evening at the break of dawn,
She met the Queen of Hearts playing croquet on the lawn.
Spying the jar, stolen from beside her bed,
The Queen shrieked: ‘Off with her head!’
But Alice pulled out from the bottom of the jar
The smallest, yet most frabjous heart by far.
Then getting up onto her knees,
She calmly presented it to the Queen.
She dropped the half eaten jam tart –
All she ever wanted was a heart!
A real one, not a playing card.
Which Alice knew straight from the start.
May 11, 2011
Hey so i finally got to read your poem – I love it! I definately think its one of your better ones. Personally I’d say the scannings a bit off here and there but that’s just a matter of opinion…
Keeping on the theme of strawberry tarts, if pieces of writing were pâtisseries, then I’d say this poem was something delectable and light – like a swiss meringue – seemingly insubstantial and a delight to eat – yet hiding the whimsical cleverness and skill it took to make.
May 11, 2011
What a perfect comment! You write so beautifully too, my dear. I know the scansion is off, it’s annoying me! But I was too lazy to fix it – are you offering? 🙂
May 11, 2011
VERY humbly wouldnt dare to presume but perhaps:
One for the turtle – no longer just a mock
or
A heart for the turtle no longer just a mock
and maybe
The next (sunny/cloudy/brillig) evening at the break of dawn,
The Queen loudly shrieked: ‘Off with her head!’
but these are only suggestions based on the scanning rather than the actual words…
May 12, 2011
<3
June 6, 2011
This is lovely and evocative 🙂
June 6, 2014
Nice lead up with the words a journey then a struggle but the struggle is resolved not by violence but by a gift freely given she helped the queen get what she really wanted when the Queen at first thought she wanted violence. I hope I interpreted this poem right. You should go to coffee houses and read poems. 🙂
June 6, 2014
Thanks 🙂 It’s interpreted very well! I don’t think there are coffee houses in London for poetry readings!