Shaken Up
SHAKEN UP
The vortex sucked
me into the globe.
shaken, distressed
pounding on the confines
of the glass.
the snow n-e-v-e-r stops.
Music lifts,
from the bowels
of this new world —
the humor of “it’s
a small world”
Suddenly the snow alights
at my feet, i
see creatures smaller than
me,
with little hammers,
constructing toys.
My full tilt
laughter, fogs
up the glass,
annoys the tiny
men and women
at their chores.
Santa Claus,
yes S-a-n-t-a,
explodes from out of an office door
“What’s all this?!”
Suddenly swept
from off his feet
(and mine too)
When once upright again,
he holds his fingers to his head,
“I’ve a giant headache. If this storm continues…”
and his words trail off as he slams shut
the door.
I rub my eyes. did i really see all that.
“So, ahem,” I say,
“you’re elves.”
“Oh my, you’re a bright one,”
as the head elf rushes by.
The tiny giggles light up the tiny space.
“I don’t know how I got here.
Has this ever happened before?”
Again, the tiny giggles illuminate
the North Pole, in
this musical jar of snow.
“Here, “
the head elf shoves
a warm mug, a beautiful mug
in my hand, “drink this. It
will clear your head,
warm you up.”
“You’ll be around
until Christmas.
You will ride with Santa
back to your world,
beyond the glass. Your instructions
are here.”
He hands me a handsomely wrapped scroll.
I read it as chocolate heaven runs
down my throat. i
lick my lips.
The scroll says:
Welcome Guest! You must have been bad,
the worst, to end up at the end of your world.
We won’t judge but you must figure it out
or on Christmas Eve you will get stuck in the glass.
Not the globe, mind you, but the actual glass —
between worlds. Enjoy the amenities, search for clues,
stay out of Santa’s way and out of his booze.
Am I dream’n? i don’t even know who
i am. i’m shaken, cold, sweating, afraid.
...this is very bad!
Suddenly the song,
He knows if you’re sleeping,
He knows if you’re awake.
He knows if you’ve been good or bad…
This time as the glass globe shakes,
I am in a different place —
my childhood,
sneaking, snotty, reeking naughty
and all out jealous, haughty...
i steal her prized possession —
this s-n-o-w globe.
tears run down the glass
as if it was my friend’s eye.
my best friend
the one i lost when i was nine.
now i remember.
now i must figure out what to do.
all the elves, taking a break
glare at me.
12/2/2019
Stuck in a Christmas Globe Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
Santa Claus Is Coming To Town
Songwriters: COOTS J FRED / GILLESPIE HAVEN
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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