Next Year’s Spring

( a Lewis Carroll-type rhyme )

As next year’s spring came yesterday
Right in the middle of the night,
Awake while dreaming as I laid,
I gazed up at all the starlight

Across the ceiling that shimmered
In the shrinking world of my jail.
The wings of a raven glimmered,
I reached up to take hold its tail

And was lifted up as it cawed,
And we flew thru’ the window bars.
I thought “If we get to meet God,
And what must it be like on Mars?”

So I called out with all my might.
The raven flew higher and sang
On the way up to heaven’s flight
Thru’ clouds o’er a moon of meringue.




Photo by Lewis Carroll (1874)

NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019