SILLY ALICE
Dark night,
I mean really dark night,
Tree silhouettes whisper her presence
"November breeze"
A blanket of sky looms quiet and calm
Translating the timing of hours;
Remember where it said “eat me”?
And then, she grew and grew and grew;
I am sure, by the light of the moon
She ate the stars;
Every point, glitter, and stem
That wonderland tramp
Silly Alice!
SILLY ALICE © gillena cox
Out of Standard - Remember, Remember
... on the evening of November 5, 1605, a small group of rebels attempted to assassinate King James and his advisors by placing a cache of explosives under the House of Lords. The plot was not successful, and the man caught guarding the explosives , Guy Fawkes, was immediately arrested and soon executed. Ever since England, and other countries across the globe have celebrated November 5 as Guy Fawkes Night. Sometimes thought as a precursor to Thanksgiving, bonfires are lit on the evening of November 5 and effigies of Fawkes are burned as a way to celebrate all the things that never happened.
The challenge: In the spirit of Guy Fawkes Night, to write a poem which celebrates something that never happened.
