Rhyme-memories
As Jack and Jill
went up the hill
stark-still she stood
in earnest longing
to discover secrets
of a lost childhood
trudging along
the forest path
hand in hand with
Red Riding Hood
she longs to feast
on granny’s love
time summons,
as the clock strikes one
she climbs the mouse-path
up grandfather’s clock
in recall of faded memories
when the pendulum chimes
and sings aloud
hickery-dickery dock
but as the clock strikes at the day’s end
her fairy-tale thoughts
on fantasy-wings
fall off the edge
of childhood dreams
and plumb the depths
of dark thoughts of yet another
disfigured dawn
in the filtered light
of a melancholic morning
she resumes
the meaningless ritual of survival
beside the straw-basket
of white flowers
weaving funeral wreaths.
*Long Islands American Anthology
As Jack and Jill
went up the hill
stark-still she stood
in earnest longing
to discover secrets
of a lost childhood
trudging along
the forest path
hand in hand with
Red Riding Hood
she longs to feast
on granny’s love
time summons,
as the clock strikes one
she climbs the mouse-path
up grandfather’s clock
in recall of faded memories
when the pendulum chimes
and sings aloud
hickery-dickery dock
but as the clock strikes at the day’s end
her fairy-tale thoughts
on fantasy-wings
fall off the edge
of childhood dreams
and plumb the depths
of dark thoughts of yet another
disfigured dawn
in the filtered light
of a melancholic morning
she resumes
the meaningless ritual of survival
beside the straw-basket
of white flowers
weaving funeral wreaths.
*Long Islands American Anthology
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