#OctPoWriMo Day 8-Moments of Madness

Alice and the White Rabbit

By Jesi Scott


“Tick tock goes the clock,”

He said in my dream,

Then began a litany of names

That had been mine, it seems.


And all day long I wondered why.

What did it even mean?

“Tick tock goes the clock.”

What once was has been.


Then he stood behind my back

And brought his arms around.

“Tick tock goes the clock;

Now we two are bound.”


His voice was low in my ear,

His breath against my neck.

Tick tock goes the clock,

And I am held in check.


Heart-shaped chairs in a white room,

He asked which one I liked.

“Tick tock goes the clock.

Beware the tea is spiked.”


So we spin and spin again

Until our legs give out.

Tick tock goes the clock;

All else is left in doubt.


Still he holds me in his arms,

My dream is almost done.

Tick tock goes the clock.

Now the real fun has begun.


“Tick tock goes the clock,”

His voice in my head.

“Run, run fast as you can…

“Tick tock, tick tock,” he said.


*Written during one of my writing sessions over the summer, I had a dream where I was Alice and someone else was the White Rabbit and there was definite madness going on. Since Day 8’s prompt was moments of madness I thought what could be more perfect than a dream about Alice in Wonderland? As for the month’s love theme, well, I hope you get the sense of it in the poem as that was what the dream was about anyway. It all comes down to our choices.


Driving you WILD


Sit back

Let yourself sink in

I’ve a style all my own

But I’m built for comfort

And I know I’ll fit your skin

Like powdered leather

Gloves off – you need to feel this

Revel in the way I move

You know you fuel me

This is no exegesis

No room for interpretations

You saw the light in my eyes

You felt the zoom

And we were a done deal

You opened the door to my heart

Stepped in, and I’m sold

I’ll greet you with a

Revved up, glorying squeal

Each time you run your fingers

Along my outsides

And take me, melting,

Into your horizon

Double-clutch me baby

And get your gears on

We’re breathtaking, you know

We’ll treat each other right

Speed up  – take me for a spin

Each growl a halleluiah

Together we can ride all night.



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When sleep wages war

Space To Let


Oh, for the chance to sleep;

To drift and dream in sweet repose

To slumber, nestled in the arms

Of peace and warmth, with no

Expectation of anything other than

To see delightful things; to watch entranced

As the sub-conscious begins to work

Unloading merry thoughts, which dance

Like gorgeous faeries on a summer’s day

Or flower-heads bobbing in a meadow breeze

Delicious scenes unfold bright colour and fun

No angst or anguish comes with such as these.



Alas, for this is not mine to enjoy

For two days now, my dreams have turned to war

Unconscious bends and I am trapped in dark

Upon waking, wonder what on earth it’s for

I definitely do not want to prophet

I hope no portent in these blood-soaked nights

No omen in the beaches that I storm

For modern warfare this; no kings, no knights,

No fairytales herein – the story’s to survive

Kill or be killed, and from necessity

I strangle, stab, behead, spill lives untold

Til waking ends this darkest side of me



I always dream in technicolour

With characters, set and plot

But lately I wish upon waking

That these dreams could be forgot