Filter salt in sea
17 January 2017
Skipping beat
Alice on her feet
Grave matters
She tended
Left brain right brain no brain left
The skull only bones
Did they tune
Right into what’s left
Was the rune
Now just cleft
Skulls then only left bereft
Congenial theft
Would it fit
The brain and the wit
She pranced up
Buttercup
Not again said the Hatter
We’ve done this before
Don’t be sore
Hatter said Alice
Did you miss
Extra tea
I assure you you will see
Keep me company
How childish
She had no real brain
Hatter smiled
Going wild
Was one of delicacies
Perhaps worth the pain
Let it rain
Shower me golden
The mirth lost
On wizened
It was all only water
Filter salt in sea
Reading of the poem:
Fjara – Sólstafir
Lágnætti – Sólstafir
Necrologue – Sólstafir
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