Hello…
“We’re all mad here. You’re mad.
You must be or you wouldn’t be here.”
Cheshire Cat- Alice in Wonderland.
I have poetry books
in every room, formed,
deformed, hardback,
paper, from Edgar Allan Poe
to my scribblings.
There’s not a day that goes
by I don’t hollow out a space
in my ribs for another poem.
When I think about it, my
poetry collections are little
shrines because there’s
always a candle close, some
incense, and a prayer for
a bit of talent to slip into my ink.
I skip prayers when
It comes to poetry forms.
Most of the time when
I attempt to write one it feels
like I’m forcing myself
into a push up bra that’s
never going to work.
Oh,
and those
shrine rooms
have no mirrors.
I do enough digging inside
myself reading and scribbling
I don’t need to peer into glass
to see my madness.
©Susie Clevenger 2025
NaPoWriMo ~ Day 7
