and have I slain the Jabberwock?

I like this work, inspired of course by the poem by the author of "Alice in Wonderland"...

and have I slain the Jabberwock?

An honest, earnest kiss I miss,
if e'er I have known
the truth of sooth in lips that touch
pure waters, yet unknown.

Have I but sailed on journeys failed
by choosing poor the ride,
or am I damned and slammed to stone
by hubris still inside?

Shall I one day look back and say
I never knew true love?
Shall I be the effigy,
the man who wears the gloves?

Or am I just an hungry thing
that has forgot last feed?
Am I now taking what I want
as barter for the need?

And I have I slain the Jabberwock?
Or have I slept the night,
awaking naught to moments caught
like faeries at twilight?


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.