Breakfast in Wonderland

Perhaps the Mad Hatter could teach us all a little civility in a world gone mad

On a most ordinary day

When hope ran silky slim

I found a dusty doorway

And in time I toddled in

 

Had the Hatter for company

A tattered March Hare for tea

Knave of hearts with halcyon tarts

And the Mock Turtle’s azure story

 

Time stood still in the corner

As we drank treacle from a well

And the Duchess made pepper soup

With a bitter strong pepper smell

 

Then the Queen in her robes

And the white rabbit in pants

Smiled at me and my Alice

With a purple passing glance

 

When the time for tea was done

I arrived at my world gone mad

Where we shoot men for sport

Perhaps dreaming isn’t half so bad...

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

We do live in a mad world and I would much prefer breakfast with the Mad Hatter and his friends to some of the insane stuff which takes place nowadays. I ask myself frequently, whatever happens to people to make them do that? Your poem an escape mechanism. Very nicely penned. All good wishes

Chris

[An owl on the moon]

So thankful to have you by, dear Chris. May we all find a way back to a world of peace... soon.

[Chris Shaw]

We can live in hope:)

[John the Baptist]

Nicely rhymed. Indeed, in a time of mass shootings, "Through the Looking Glass" seems totally sane.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you, my friend. Yes, the news pulls me into a deeper darkness every day it seems.