TEA PARTIES MATTER

So she’s locked inside her
Fairy-cottage-shaped holy grail
Stuck in the backbone of her telescopic head
Busy building structures while talking with teddy bears
About what time is best to have a tea party
And will the cookies be soft enough?
Warm enough? Crunchy enough?
No divine creature can reach her
No friend, no enemy, none is invited:
After all, a girl can still retain some
Degree of free will and this is
Precisely what she wants:
To be left alone.

Alone, to be left
To be the left hand writing
This poem under the midnight sky
Of a Saturday in which the witches whisper
All over the roof on top of her head
And all the thoughts
Born in the afternoon
Fell ill and collapsed
To the ground
Am I still here?
Weren’t we discussing cookies?
Who are you and
What do you want with me?

(I’m your teddy bear, my name is Orso)

So she’s locked inside a midnight sky
Stuck in the middle of some sort of fairy tale cottage
Busy building a backbone to lead her back home
Talking with Orso about the masterplan and
Of course, the Chocolate Chip Cookies.

Now you might want to tell her that everything is fine
And how she’s going to be alright soon but
We all know it would be
Just a beautiful lie.
Instead, you may send her a song.