Poem for autumn

Hues of golden brown fall from trees

Dancing in a frenzy swirling around.

Foreboding clouds sail on blustery winds,

A watery sun slides behind one, it rains.

The dew soaked grass feels soft as silk

Shrouding the valley, a ghostly grey mist.

Just for a breath the sun rests on tree tops

Climbing slowly for a new autumn day.

© Julian Clarke 2018

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Where's that damn rabbit

It’s quite insane down here, she thought . . .
The round rabbit hole was not the problem
The rabbit hole was the solution,
The problem was the enticing jam tarts,
An eccentric chap in a tall black hat explained.
My, how mad he looked in his black top hat, she thought.

From his waist coat pocket he pulled out a round time piece.
Oh dear, oh dear, the rabbit said as he pocketed his fob watch.
Oh! you mustn’t cry, my dear, said the Knave, with a creepy sneer.
If you play your cards right, 
The cat in the corner gave a mischievous grin, for he knew the Knaves sin.
And the Knave went on, You can be my Queen of Hearts . . . if you like.

Oh, fuck off, said Alice.

© Julian Clarke. 2018