“A Dormouse Dreams” by Lynn White

A Dormouse Dreams

“Let me out, let me out!”
cried the dormouse.
“I don’t want to live in a teapot,
not even in a dream!
Let me out, let me out
before the water boils for tea!”
“Boiled dormouse!
Now that could be a tasty morsel”
Hatter said thoughtfully.
“But would it be worth the risks
of mousicide?
We must consider”
All nodded in agreement.
“Let me out, let me out!”
cried the dormouse.
“Escape is difficult.”
said the March Hare,
“To escape you must go back,
through the glass like she did,”
nodding towards Alice,
“but backwards
and as we know,
time only moves forwards.”
All nodded in agreement.
“It’s getting late,”
said the White Rabbit.
“But where is the glass,
there is no glass!”
cried the Dormouse.
All nodded in agreement.
“It’s time for tea!”
cried the White Rabbit.
And time waits for no one,
not even a mouse.


Originally published in Scrittura Magazine, March 2018

 

Some Background Information About This Poem

The poem was inspired by Lewis Carroll’s Alice stories.

 

Author Bio:

LynnLynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Vagabond Press, Light Journal and So It Goes Journal.

 

Find Lynn at:

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“A Dormouse Dreams” original publication in Scrittura 

 

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“AI! AI! AI! (A Tartarus for Youth)” by David Estringel

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“AI! AI! AI! (A Tartarus for Youth)”

I.
AI! AI! AI!
Sated with stolen life,
emerged from mother’s Night,
there is longing to be free
from the warmth of darkened humours–
to be crowned by The Light of Artificial Gods.
Our worlds quake and rip,
tossing us upon gory shores
beyond fertile crests,
illuminated by a cold Sun.
Messengers sweep down in clouds of winged oblivion
to wet lips with Lethe’s waters
upon cruel fingertips.
“Shhhh.”

II.
AI! AI! AI!
Blinded,
light brings pain
in rushes of movement and sound
that sting the flesh.
Icy
with invasions
of steel and sterile prodding,
souls rouse to profess philosophies
in cries and screams
that crack the air,
unheard
like the falling of leaves upon the ground
from distant trees

III.
AI! AI! AI!
Swaddled bodies,
searched in vain for the safety of familiarity,
tell much, tell little
like symbols in scrying mirrors.
Their fictions, written with sweat and tears,
anointing
foreheads, eyes, and lips
with benedictions of shameful regret.
As if it were better to have the heads of babes
dashed and bloodied
upon the Rock,
than to suffer Spartan destinies, impaired.
Left only to linger—a world apart—
in bloodless mediocrity.

IV.
AI! AI! AI!
What are these ragged paths
to be stumbled upon
under tender foot,
with stones that cut
and scratching thorns from the briar
that temper flesh,
supple and pink,
making hard what was once soft to the touch.
Fed by an earth
that feasts on cuts,
bodies devolve to walk upright—and alone
upon roads, paved with the hands and backs
of brethren.
Knuckles crunching beneath soles like so much gravel.

V.
AI! AI! AI!
O, the passion of attainment,
upon which the masses engorge,
aimless in its metal
and promises
of faceless adulations
and the settling of laurelled wreathes
upon heads of cartilage!
How empty, these violent strikes against the Self,
incessant and passionless,
carving out pounds of flesh,
victory for victory,
‘til nothing remains–
all for narratives
that are not their own.

VI.
AI! AI! AI!
How thirsty are these–
the razor-tongued buds of spring.
Driven
to the drinking of others’ tears
for satisfaction of sanguine thirsts.
To revel
in the tearing
of white petals
from tender stems
with poisoned fingertips,
delighting in themselves,
as if masters of ceremonies
at blood-lettings
and vivisections.

VII.
AI! AI! AI!
The sooth of touch’s fidelity
has melted away–
soured–
like cream in the sun.
Replaced,
the quality of distance
makes, explicit, one’s worth,
across arid plains
of air and silence.
Fallen away, the allures and charms
of communion,
only to make room
for the play of shadows
on Plato’s walls.

VIII.
AI! AI! AI!
There is a science,
oppressive
and cold,
behind the collisions of heavenly bodies of light (in love)—
clashing
explosions of atoms
over chasms—
the spaces in between—
that define and separate.
Souls, burning brightly,
cannot coexist
in their starry majesties
without a surrendering of fire.
My Ares takes your Aphrodite.

IX,
AI! AI! AI!
Upon paths paved with gold,
under the azure
of a fanning sky,
herds
are driven in blithe procession
to the precipice.
Cast into the maw
of their society.
Without the iron shielding of wings,
they perish,
masticated,
like everyman’s meat,
leaving them shades
that stain the wintry air.

X.
I, I, I,
will crawl to the grave,
worn
and weary,
upon the Earth I have salted
with tears,
violent and hot–
but harmonious–
in Time’s own poetry,
where I will find
the Peace and Solace of Rest,
drinking from a forgetful cup,
enshrouded
by the arms of my brother—
The Undergloom.

Originally published at Terror House Magazine and currently in David Estringel’s book Indelible Fingerprints (Alien Buddha Press). https://terrorhousemag.com/tartarus/

 

Some Background Information About This Poem

“Reflecting, I see how much simpler things were when I was young, which makes for a starkly contrasting backdrop against the chaotic world young people navigate today. I find the way things are truly saddening and mourn for the lost innocence of youth. One day, I thought too long about it and “AI! AI! AI!…” came about. Many think “AI” means “artificial intelligence” but that isn’t the context that it is used in here. “AI! AI!” is a classical lament from Ancient Greece, which seems to fit the bill quite nicely, I think.” ~ David Estringel

 

Author Bio:

David Estringel is an avid reader, poet, and writer of fiction, creative non-fiction, & essays. His work has been accepted and/or published by Specter Magazine, Literary Juice, Foliate Oak Magazine, Terror House Magazine, Expat Press, 50 Haikus, littledeathlit, Down in the Dirt Magazine, Route 7 Review, Setu Bilingual Journal, Paper Trains Literary Journal, The Elixir Magazine, Soft Cartel, Harbinger Asylum, Briars Lit, Open Arts Forum, Cajun Mutt Press, Former People Journal, The Ugly Writers, Writ in Dust, Cephalopress, Twist in Time, Merak Magazine, Salt Water Soul, Cherry House Press, Subterranean Blue Poetry, Printed Words, Sunflower Sutras, Tulip Tree Publishing, Salt Ink, PPP Ezine, Digging through the Fat, Haiku Journal, Foxhole Magazine, The Basil O’Flaherty, Three Line Poetry, Agony Opera, Siren’s Call Ezine, Alien Buddha Press, Synchronized Chaos, Channillo, and The Good Men Project. He is currently a Contributing Editor (fiction) at Red Fez, Lead Editor/columnist at The Good Men Project, an editor/writer at The Elixir Magazine, fiction reader at riverSedge, and columnist at Channillo. David’s first feature-length collection of verse and prose, Indelible Fingerprints, was published by Alien Buddha Press April 2019.

 

Find David at:

David’s Twitter is @The_Booky_Man

David’s Official Website

 

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Interview: An Interview with Mystqx Skye

Book Name and Description:
Currently published book: Bared – Beneath a Myriad of Skies
WIP: A book about self-publishing and book marketing

FRONT COVER
Description of Bared

Bared – Beneath a Myriad of Skies is a unique find. Revel in the exquisite art of prose and poetry composed of intense imageries and intriguing visuals. Every page evokes a different emotion. Every leaf leads you to a different discovery.

Bared hopes to give you: consolation – if not a friend of your mind; refuge – if not an escape; to find a piece of yourself – if not your soul’s companion. And above all, Bared wishes to give you a relief of heart.

This unique 117-page poetry book inspires and encourages love for self and others, inner self-discovery, understanding relationships and appreciating the beauty of life. The visuals in the book (mandala art, the essence of a woman, beauty of nature) awaken a sense of creativity leading to an inspired mind. The blank writing pages can be used as your diary/journal to help you express yourself.

Come and experience the sensations of Bared – Beneath a Myriad of Skies. Get your hands on it and feel the passion, longing, rage, fear, darkness, hope, strength, exhilaration, happiness, peace, love –  written with beautiful honesty on the pages.

 This poetry chapbook is available on Amazon: Click Here


– My Love Affair with Writing –

The impulse to hold a pen
The feel of fibers as I skim my fingers
On pages where moist ink are deeply engraved
To see the words slowly awaken
To form phrases that spread through the sheets
Immersing it with meanings
Yet unwritten to curious eyes
Gradually heightens my senses
Only to be consumed in that moment
Of ineffable bliss
That mystery… that thrill
And the liberating feel
Of finding my heart
Engulfed in all of it.

***

Mystqx, 2019

What gave you the idea for Bared – Beneath A Myriad of Skies? Or what inspired you to write it?

There were these days in my life last year when everything was too much to handle. Talking to someone did not alleviate the anguish so I caved in and started to write more and more about it. Writing created my breathing ground and it carved my way out of that darkness. One might think that I am too busy to be depressed but that is not the case. I nearly didn’t have time to breathe and yet every sigh that escaped my body was that of giving up. Then I decided to collect all my writings, musings, ramblings (some that even dated back twenty years) and put it together. This has been my therapy ever since.


What got you into writing in this genre?

I remember these sheets of beautifully-cut paper with typewritten poems in it which I took from my mom’s memorabilia boxes that she wanted to put away. Since I love reading, I started reading them aloud, and the rhyme and rhythm made me fall in love with them.  I started collecting them, tearing pages from magazines and making a scrapbook out of them.


How long have you been writing?

My love for writing started when I was in the second grade – when I had to write love letters for my friends. Romance was the motivation, and the feel of reading and receiving handwritten letters was just exhilarating. Then, my love for writing developed into different genres. My mom was a paralegal and she always took me with her to her office. That gave me lots of legal background. During the time I spent there, I was reading books and hearing legal advisers all the time. So that skill and talent was needed by my friends and I started specializing in writing fake parents’ excuse letters to teachers and stuff like that. Of course, it was nothing like breaking the national law or whatever.


What is the writing process like for you? What is your writing day like? What have been the biggest influences on your writing?

There are days when you are motivated, days when you have to find motivation, and days when motivation finds you. A typical writing routine for me is first getting myself in the mood. Music plays a big role in setting the right atmosphere. Latte or tea – depending on what I crave accompanies me at my writing nook. Then the excitement builds up in me as soon as I open my laptop and read articles I wrote before starting with my current writing project. My favourite writing time is during the break of dawn: around 4 to 6 am. There is just something mysterious, magical, and a settling feeling around that time.

The biggest influence on my writing are the myriad of emotions from stories I heard from people coming from all walks of life, my memories, and my dreams. I source out all the words that flow into my writings from these wells.


What is your favorite book, as a reader, and why? What book has disappointed you and why? Has any author(s) influenced and inspired your work?

Being a bookworm, having a favorite book is difficult to say. It’s like choosing one ice cream flavor from your favorite ice cream store. But if I have to name one, it would be The Notebook. I’m a die-hard fan of love that transcends time.


How do you think you’ve evolved creatively?

Slow and steady. After pouring my heart out into Bared, now I am ready and moving slowly out of my comfort zone by trying to write in different genres.


What tools do you feel are must-haves for writers?

I’m all for paper and pen next to a good writing app.


What is the best piece of advice you ever received from another author?

Didn’t receive it but read it: “Good writing is supposed to evoke sensation in the reader—not the fact that it is raining, but the feeling of being rained upon.”― E.L. Doctorow


How do you market your work? What avenues have you found to work best for your genre?

I’ve been in the marketing and advertising industry for years now and have followed the fast-paced changes in the digital and social media scene. I find that Instagram works for me. I think when one knows how to utilize its features, prepares a good content strategy, and distributes it at the right time, one can reach a targeted and very interactive audience.


What piece of your own work are you most proud of?

My poetry book – Bared. It’s my first.


What are you doing next?

My next book is about self-publishing and book marketing. Marketing is actually one of my favorite things to do. It gives me an opportunity to express my creative skills from a whole new angle.


What advice would you give aspiring writers?

Just write.

Keep the fire within you alive. It takes a very special kind of person to be a writer – so you are very special. Be proud of your passion, regardless of whatever people say about your work. People always have something to say anyway, so why not just write and do what you want?


Bio:

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