The Jabberwock
"The Jabberwock"
My words flew
away from me
like a flock
of murderous
black crows
but little did I know
they were good omen
and on their wings
I flew to the forest
of the Lawrence Tree
where strange
creatures come
and go
they say it's the
in-between place
where poets dream
rest for a while
the nightmares
and the unblessed
disagreeing, agreeing
with their reflections
mere shadows
of self-perception
and all the virtues
from hate to love
from disregard
to fallacy to truth
to ignorance is bliss
to the inevitable
I have no time for this
but they don’t know
you could count
the trolls like marks
in a wall, like cuts in skin
stinging nettles
forever
lying beached
on your shore
the poisonous
blue bottles
the good and bad
come and go
black and white hats
angels in burning bushes
back to heaven and hell
then heaven
and hell and back again
the jokes subliminal
we all write our own story
we all fall under the category
“criminal”
in one way or another
we blame
our fathers
our mothers
we are all question marks
God is in the detail
close to home
usually missed
in editing
and far from pure
though
the crusaders
will deny
what’s real
they know best
I put this moment here
it says, for you to
contradict the failure
to obscure the real
what is and what is not
it’s all about you,
you know,
not the Jabberwock,
the story
puts you to its test
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"Jig of Life"/Kate Bush (Mr Marrs, Youtube channel).
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Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2023
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