A Jabberwocky Poem by Naveed Khalid

A Jabberwocky

Of far-fetched sky at midnight lease
that lurking limbo,
lopsidedly walk'd past the old
wooden house of mortal clay;
against the setting sun at my door
of rosemary garden:
this world of wayfarer's clime,
too shall fade from out of the blues in still waters;
by swana's lake, a broccoli,
outspread in leaves of autumn,
beside the oak e'ery flower upon
a barren heath,
remains but a drag of suspended
consciousness, my shipwrecked dreams
through the window of thine holy eyen:
above the mundane, of wrinkled lip in my spilt words
upon the sand dunes his tress of golden hair;
her subverted looks of plucked parsley,
still musing o'er the dale of fair weather days
in the mellowing spring;
I still behold hung aloft the ghastly night
under the hedgerow of a cottage-tree,
first frost of falling winter snow,
down the lane in amber woods,
of laurel wreath thy myrtle crown,
shook off his head of soring
thumb impressions,
plays a hunch for the parade
small minions that arise of airy nothing
thy majestic voice be my only woe at clover beach;
somewhere the nineveh, a cypress boat is sailing away
from high heavens in my bed of crimson joy;
of less travelled light vanishes in hades among wild flowers
of e'ery looking glass that looks me through
day's old rhetoric, beside the oak, his tress of golden hair
by day's toil more bright upon the sand dunes,
breaks the first light at dawn thy myrtle crown under the cow's shed.38

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Wednesday, January 11,2017.3: 12 PM

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