In a world full of clumsy-coloured periscopic petals,

we floated macaroons inside             

a covered                    

coloured                                 

glass                           

 

She drank her bubbled wine through a flock of flower stems,

drew spoofs of Dodgson’s arty facts            

on spines of

rented

books

 

We sat outside on pincushions; Hensonites by trade

Proceeded to sow seeds of doubt

upon the

crooked

path

 

I fancied clumsy-pansy soup for our Sunday bruncheon

so Lottie went a-lookin in      

a book she

said was

free

 

But all she found were fallow fields and talking tigerlillies

So came back home, with empty hands

confessed in

shame and

said

 

“I correct myself, o Laura dear,

 there are no pansies there”

 

 

 

 

 

(written to include the line “I correct myself, there are no pansies there”, a comment Charlotte Henson made on facecrack during a discussion about pansies, and Lewis Carroll.  It tickled me so much I had to pinch the line, and this was the result heh)