label: Snow Horse

I saw a snow horse in a mystic bay

which came to me when I went to lay

and took me to another land

where I later chose to take a stand

I pulled the branches off the trees

and cried and yelled for “me, me, me!”

the mystical world seemed to gather round

and sadly found my desire was sound

I said I wanted the moon’s lily beams

And the monkeys tin tillies in fudrooky green

The rackety rubles and coodles at bay

And the blueroo water’s shiny thick ray

“what’s this?!” the king cried with an obstinate bellow

“who brought this temperful young female fellow?”

the animals gasped as the snow horse came forward

his icy blue eyes seemed to pierce like a sword

I staggered back like a prude shaken tree

as I realized in fear, he was staring at me

and with that one look he told me why

he brought me into this odvel worlvi

the creatures now seemed to forget their fear

as they slowly, slowly were coming near.

the snow horse reared with a warrior’s cry,

and in a flurry of ice we were up in the sky

when we finally reached home I slowly got down

and apogicly I said, “please do come back ‘round”

the horse’s eyes brightened in happy joray

and then with a word, he faded away

I cuddled in blankets and restfully dozed

pleased with the end he had brightly proposed

for the snow horse left with one truth to keep

every night he will come, in the depths of my sleep.

Sources: “Jabberwocky” and childhood imaginings

Ingredients: immaturity, youth, childish tantrums, and growth