poem written based upon this image--online poetry class assignment
He keeps time in the front of his hat, a clock that ticks sideways and only when it wants to. The books beneath him lean like secrets, each spine a doorway he’s already wandered through and rearranged. He laughs softly, as if the world is a riddle he solved years ago and misplaced the answer on purpose. His silk hat glows with borrowed moonlight. His shadow stretches longer than logic. And his smile~ that crooked invitation~ suggests that madness is simply wonder without its manners. If there’s a message, it’s hidden in the ticking: time isn’t the master of Wonderland. It’s just another guest at the Hatter’s table, pouring tea into the wrong cup and pretending it meant to.
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.
