Nonsense

Nonsense

Once upon a time

it was a sterling conundrum

why the talking baby

was left behind

(the one who said

call me, Riley)

she who had “late to the game”

privileges...

was glad it was a dream

while Ping got on the wrong boat

and the postman was

sometimes too Jolly

so she found a floating marionette

to dance with

who talked “Disney” and

made her laugh

with Creepy and Dopey

a life size barbie to dress up

and tell her stories to...

sitting in the arms of the

carved maternal chairs

in a courtyard with the

spiral staircase to nowhere,

where the poetess wrote

corner poems to the

hiding heroic child....

finally with a magic wand

she remembers

the trumpet vines and

all is well in hinterland

again.

Pam Piper Rain