Mantle

Jabberwocky

She made for me a mantle

I wore it for a while.

Made of lying prattle

And blaming; infantile.

 

The thing had many hoods

One for every head

She made out of my moods

And idle things I’d said

 

Small where I am bigger

And big where I am small

Hard for me to figure

How she thought it fit at all.

 

It took a while to see

It was not meant for me

It’s monstrous shape designed

To comfort her mad mind.

  • Author: Jabberwocky (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 17th, 2019 04:45
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • Goldfinch60

    May her mind come back into sanity. Good write.



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