Treasure Island

Harindhar Reddy

(Sept/19/1983 / Haliya, Hyderabad, India)

Hickory-dickory Dock! The Lonely Mouse Runs up the Clock!


I saw imaginary masks walking along the streets in the Wolf Creek,
So I too wear a mask to hide my tears with a big smile plastic.
An absolute darkness is eating me, all I can feel is heebie-jeebies;
Yuk! I'm sucked deeper and deeper into a hole of screaming meemies!
Gee! I lay in the dark - with fang and claw, a lonely serpent stings;
Hickory-dickory dock! A Lonely Mouse runs up the clock with 24 masks.

A round-backed figure with a cigar is sitting on the narrow bridge
Heaving tortuous sighs, sledging at his own shadow with a grudge;
A lonely man is a lonesome thing - a stone, a stick and a bone!
Ugh! Shedding two tears, I Weep alone and walk alone in a cyclone.
Gee! I lay in the dark - with fang and claw, a lonely serpent stings;
Hickory-dickory dock! A Lonely Mouse runs up the clock with 24 masks.

I bid to meet harlequin on a tree pine and in palanquin a bride,
Ugh! One merry Andrew and a lonely gremlin took me for a ride;
To hide the wounds, I strive alone; if heart breaks, I mourn alone!
As the petals fell upon the stem of thorns, a rose in me died alone.
Gee! I lay in the dark - with fang and claw, a lonely serpent stings;
Hickory-dickory dock! A Lonely Mouse runs up the clock with 24 masks.

A cold wind is swinging branches in dark graveyard without light;
Tut-tut! Obscure clouds are overcasting skies in a mournful sight!
I died a death but stayed alive; in phantom's likeness I survive;
Alive, yet dead, I walk alone in rooms with walls as cold as stone.
Gee! I lay in the dark - with fang and claw, a lonely serpent stings;
Hickory-dickory dock! A Lonely Mouse runs up the clock with 24 masks.

Submitted: Saturday, March 03, 2012
Edited: Thursday, March 08, 2012

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  • Adeline Foster (3/14/2012 4:21:00 PM)

    Licentiousness? Well I don't know, but it sure does have its moments. Well done, you sure are getting better with English. Read mine - An Acutely Obtuse Pythagorean Lyric -
    Adeline (Report) Reply

  • Martin O'Neill (3/4/2012 6:05:00 PM)

    Harindhar, I admit to struggling with interpreting some of the English grammar here, but - the sheer unbridled joy and seeming licentiousness of this poem (unless I have completely misread it) is a delight.
    I thoroughly enjoyed it. (Report) Reply

  • Dave Walker (3/3/2012 2:03:00 PM)

    A really great poem, liked it, a great write.
    May i invite you to read my new poem called,
    Stars In The Night. (Report) Reply

  • Ekaterina M. Polischuk (3/3/2012 1:57:00 PM)

    hey, what did you say about a harlequin? ...(joke) . this poem is a picture of your today`s mood. but time will pass and you`ll find your happiness in yourself first of all. The poem is great. I `ve told and will tell again I like your style of writing, your play with words. it is amazing. (Report) Reply

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