SKATEBOARDING WITH LEWIS CARROLL
Comedy of the world, our time’s
commodity by which we try
to be amused. It ends delight
Those children went
before the wind, they sailed over
sleek plane of the reservoir,
they flew. Their sails crowded, drew,
and danced; their skateboards made music
for them who were not birds to wheel
as they wheeled, not dancers, nor were
they dazzling yachts, but briefly seemed.
Then wind died, delight died.
It’s time like that to furl your sail,
go home perhaps, step a mirror
through to another side, other-
to being reconciled, to making
do made over. Drink me, drink me!
bottles plead. Learn to shrink small,
tidy, docile, dry.
between two main ways orchards are
cutting back lost seasons’ growing.
Clump by clump they fire their wasted
woods, smoke like battlefields’ spoils
towards the creek.
smoke in Roger Fenton’s pictures
of the Crimea, as light, almost
stilled, chilling deceit. This fact
concordant, when its fact was gone
past into likeness. At Ripon
Lewis Carroll saw pictures shown
just days before the war itself
was gone, Fenton’s pictures. Bells rang
throughout, flags flew all over town.
He’d not yet met with Alice; that, a month
more. ‘I mark this day with a white stone.’
Language of delight deceives noone.
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We must go undeceived
through/behind our looking glass
wheeling, brief dancers in some air
which plays with us, bemused.
like wars away from us. Likeness,
rightness (of gesture, say) catches
at your breath. Drink me, dear, drink me
before I’m tidy, docile, dry.