Eveningwocky

I based the following poem on Lewis Carroll’s Jabberwocky where the identical first and last stanzas tie together the nonsense words and nonsense quest and are themselves, more or less, as the reader chooses to read them, nonsense.

Eveningwocky

When evening scents the Mithal trees
To please the frickle nose of night,
With eager ease she wildeyed sees
The darkness through delight.

“Make haste and run away with me.
Your father feigntful wants us gone.
We’ll cross the Leewild Forest be
Away when dusk calls dawn.”

But she would not ride off with him
Though handly fair of husky form,
Though strongly slim, sweet Gildawim
Would not offend the norm.

“Ride now! The night is begging you.
The stilblink stars will shine till late.
And when we do, the Precids, too,
Will fantasize our fate.”

She hesitates behind the door
That firmly guards what’s in from harm
And on the floor the Shiftwindmor
Cries out in sly alarm:

“Beware the boy behind that man
Who calls you through that pretty face
Though pleasure can be wild….” She ran
And caught him through embrace.

When evening scents the Mithal trees
To please the frickle nose of night,
With eager ease she wildeyed sees
The darkness through delight.

Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

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