We Fell over Backwards...Grew WINGS and ate dandelions until the rabbits told us to QUIT IT...

 

A wish I give to you...

and a Heavenly dream or two,

for three days you shall be given wings...

and on the third you may very well grow some instead,

The Sinister Meeting Room tips its' hat to you...

and offers to show you the wayy.

Wait until the eleventh hour...

then hurry, quick!

Run to the walls,

search for the peeling edges of wallpaper...

and behind the nooks of doors,

for we have hidden a trail of feathers for you...

and other delights of the senses,

pretty garbled things wrapped up in coloured tissue paper...

and strangely tinkling musical things,

if you wait for the twelfth hour you may even see...

patterns crawling new across your eaves and the leaves,

words written miniscule...

detailing an invite,

to a merry old tea party and time...

in three parts over the next three nights,

To get to the first...

you must count to two hundred,

spin around twice and...

as always,

chant 'Lot's of rice!'...

Be sure to wear the most ridiculous of garb,

garish blue if you so wish...

or top hats as tall as skyscrapers,

 

 

next you must go...

to your poolside or the nearest lake,

and please step in...

outfit on please,

submerge yourself in the water...

and mind you keep your breath,

for you must wait twenty seconds exactly...

before you can come up for air,

ah there now you see...

the world has changed,

I believe you are...

quite lost my dear,

see the new night skyy...

and stare at the rolling fields,

leading to a cliffe face...

that leaps towards the deepest of seas,

where once two rabbits...

debated the world,

and the world opened up to them...

in a manner of words,

See now!

The journey was not so long,

and for once we have insured that you chanced no peril...

for we are capable of such,

from time to time to time...

Now head good Sir, Madmadam!

To the fabulous table waiting for you...

 

 

we celebrate a secret season you see,

though the world claims to as well...

but enough of that later,

why indeed we must toast...

see how there stands,

about the tables great lengths...

many you have known,

and those you have only known in fantasy...

they smile softly back at you,

and you can see in their eyes that they know...

a thing or two,

please gather with them now...

and seize one of the glasses,

lift it up high towards the stars...

and listen for the toast,

given to us by the enigmatic cat-with-three heads;

'Our secret season is thus,

so listen hard and true...

it is to become what is true,

and decide to start anew...

a grand vow,

to together...

become new and mythical beings.

We eat the fear,

we chase the shadows far with the candles now grown in our heart...

until we can laugh at the stars,

and become eternallly marked...

as they who could.'

 

Drink down the drink,

but never mind...

never fear,

for this night you shall not be whipped away by magic...

dine and incline your lightest of wishes,

for the smallest of ones shall be answered tonight...

in the throes of our light,

dance with Madame Ellea...

and debate with Mr. White n S,

for even he...

cannot resist lurking at the party for a minute or two,

we shall celebrate until the sun rises...

and then toast that too,

but startle not...

worry not,

for there are two further nights to come.

 

For now...

sleep and live and be and be alive,

and happy for it...

for today.

 

 

 

  Ah soo traditional Scarr, happy start-of-Easter to all you lovedly ones out there...

Alas, if you are conscripted to work like I am, then I still wish you some fun, as always...there are the nights, and really, the Sinister Meeting Room is outside of time, so any time is perfect to join the party. Drink to being new.

 

 

  Much Love,

   Miss CLScarlett xx