Wild and Uncanny

“There is a place, like no place on earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger. Some say, to survive it, you need to be as mad as a hatter. Which, luckily, I am.” ~ Lewis Carroll

I’ve overgrown sane

tea parties. These days, I eat real

dreams plucked from surreal trees and empirical wonders

that remind me what I am made of.

I am made of wild-

living and uncanny

things that shine,

Shine! deliciously bright 

in my dark.

In my dark,

a roaring light.

Lion Afternoon, by Jacek Yerka

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for The Sunday Muse (#69) and Poets United (Poetry Pantry #490)