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#OctPoWriMo Day 8-Moments of Madness

Catching up with Day 8’s prompt and I discovered that during one of my writing sessions over the summer I had the perfect poem already written and ready to post. How’s that for non-procrastination?

The prompt was Moments of Madness, and what could be more mad than Alice in Wonderland? Even with OctPoWriMo’s love theme my poem worked out because that’s exactly what my poem was about.

So here’s the deal about it: in the Tim Burton movies there is an undercurrent between Alice and the Mad Hatter, and it almost screams romance. However, that is not my take. I’ve always been more curious about the White Rabbit. He’s the one she follows and is the one who is more a constant all the way throughout the story. Or at least, that’s how I remember it. So, imagine a live action version where all of the characters are humans and not animals. In fact, think about Dr. Who: a girl follows a Time Lord (white rabbit) into a different kind of Wonderland, which includes a different sort of a chess game with another Time Lord who ends up as a woman at one point (a Queen of Hearts possibly?). Interesting, no? And apparently, I am more of a Whovian than I thought. Because a certain line got stuck in my head even though it’s been over a year since I watched any Dr. Who. An actor, a story, a line from a tv show, and a dream. Moment of madness indeed.

One note: do not really focus on the Dr. Who aspect. This is wholly about Alice and the White Rabbit.

Happy poeming!

<3 Jesi

 

Alice and the White Rabbit

By Jesi Scott

 

 

“Tick tock goes the clock,”

He said in my dream,

Then began a litany of names

That had been mine, it seems.

 

And all day long I wondered why.

What did it even mean?

“Tick tock goes the clock.”

What once was has been.

 

Then he stood behind my back

And brought his arms around.

“Tick tock goes the clock;

Now we two are bound.”

 

His voice was low in my ear,

His breath against my neck.

Tick tock goes the clock,

And I am held in check.

 

Heart-shaped chairs in a white room,

He asked which one I liked.

“Tick tock goes the clock.

Beware the tea is spiked.”

 

So we spin and spin again

Until our legs give out.

Tick tock goes the clock;

All else is left in doubt.

 

Still he holds me in his arms,

My dream is almost done.

Tick tock goes the clock.

Now the real fun has begun.

 

“Tick tock goes the clock,”

His voice in my head.

“Run, run fast as you can…

“Tick tock, tick tock,” he said.

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Jesi Kay
Jesi Kay, poet and aspiring novelist, was born in the Texas panhandle where wide skies, lazy summer days, and rolling thunderstorms sparked her imagination and left lasting memories in her blood. An early reader, poetry and mythology were her passions. So much so that when she was ten years old her step-father gave her his college mythology textbooks to read, which were full of classic poetry and more than enough tales to fill her romantic and inquisitive nature. Jesi loves reading, art, going to the theater, the romanticism of the Victorian era (but not the missing conveniences of indoor plumbing and central air conditioning), running when the heat and humidity cooperate, and cold weather so she can wear her favorite boots and knitwear. Also, she still has those college mythology textbooks, a little worse for wear over time but still intact and telling their stories to her. Jesi is a contributor at The Well Tempered Bards blog and at www.octpowrimo.com.

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