Filter salt in sea

Filter salt in sea

17 January 2017

Courtesy Christian Schloe

 

Skipping beat

Alice on her feet

Grave matters

She tended

Left brain right brain no brain left

The skull only bones

 

Did they tune

Right into what’s left

Was the rune

Now just cleft

Skulls then only left bereft

Congenial theft

 

Would it fit

The brain and the wit

She pranced up

Buttercup

Not again said the Hatter

We’ve done this before

 

Don’t be sore

Hatter said Alice

Did you miss

Extra tea

I assure you you will see

Keep me company

 

How childish

She had no real brain

Hatter smiled

Going wild

Was one of delicacies

Perhaps worth the pain

 

Let it rain

Shower me golden

The mirth lost

On wizened

It was all only water

Filter salt in sea

 

Reading of the poem:

Courtesy Christian Schloe

Fjara – Sólstafir

Lágnætti – Sólstafir

Necrologue – Sólstafir