Light Of Expectation (C) Poem by Margaret Alice Second

The Little Alien turns somersaults within, his sorrows
forgotten; he’s so glad to be going visiting, accepting
there’s no other tomorrow, but ready to face the fiery
temper of the Duchess and her propensity to scold

All into a manic frenzy - then offer her services while
exploding if the little Alien offers help or sympathises
with her problems; Alice primly awaits developments
in a quietly resigned demeanour - while the Little

Alien is already swimming in the sea of his dreams;
sleeping on the beach - & no amount of persuasion
will convince him that all he’ll see is the mountains -
De Rust is some distance from the sea; leaving him

In his bubble Alice drinks her tea & demurely cleans
her work station - but look closely and you’ll see the
glistening light of expectation burning in her eyes -
she’ll try to make a grand success of this visit as it

Might her last chance to see Conan, the Loveable
Barbarian, and the Queen of Hearts, her infuriating
Grande Dame of music and song…