Soliloquy

Happy Tuesday everyone!

I wanted to share the third poem I presented last Wednesday. It’s quite different and really weird, but a lot of fun.

From talking with my brother and boyfriend, I got the idea to write a poem in which the speaker is a little “off their rocker”. I don’t want to say too much in the way of explanation, because I think that most of the fun of a poem is trying to figure out and interpret the events that are happening. So here is my poem “Soliloquy” (which, by the way, is a fantastic word). Enjoy!

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Soliloquy

 

I don’t know how long I’ve been here.

The walls are slimy.

(Yankee doodle went to town)

I was on the boat with Tom and then that wave came.

There was a flash, a crash, and a bang.

(Are you going to Scarborough faire?)

I’m thirsty.

And it’s dark, and my head hurts.

(I hate rats.)

This floor is hard.

And I am here, and Tom is gone.

(Poor Tom.)

I wonder if he’s here too, in a different room.

They wouldn’t put us in the same room.

That’s too dangerous. We might escape.

(Third time this week!)

Wait! Who’s they?

 

I don’t know how long I’ve been here.

I can hear chains cling-a-ling … ing

(Riding on a pony)

I was on that boat with Jim and then the wave came.

No, sorry, not Jim. Tom.

(Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme)

The wave was really blue.

Now it’s dark, and cold, and smells like mold.

(I hate rats.)

Ha! a rhyme!

I should be a poet. If I get out of here.

(Poor Jim.)

I mean Tom. I wonder if he’s here too.

But they put us in different rooms.

Because we are masters of escape.

(Third time this week!)

Wait! Who’s they?

 

I don’t know how long I’ve been here.

I haven’t eaten but I’m not hungry.

(Stuck a feather in his hat)

I was on the boat with Tom – yes, definitely Tom – and then that wave came

and I think we’ve been kidnapped.

(Remember me to one who lives there)

That wave hit our boat really hard.

It’s dark – but no, that’s just my blindfold.

(I hate rats.)

And my arms won’t move and where is Tom?

I hear rats in the hall.

(Poor Tom.)

He had a good singing voice.

Knew all the classics.

I bet they are listening to him sing now.

(Third time this week!)

Wait! Who’s they?

 

I don’t know how long I’ve been here.

There are no windows and no air.

(And called it macaroni)

Tom was a rat. He was driving the boat. And then that wave came.

Darn it Tom, you can’t even sail a boat,

(She once was a true love of mine)

You made us crash right into another one!

I’ve gotten my blindfold off and it’s really bright in here.

(I hate rats.)

But still cold and moldy.

I’d be a horrible poet.

(Poor Tom)

No, not poor Tom! Tom ratted me out!

I hear voices. They are coming.

Footsteps down the hall, jingling at my door.

(Third time this week!)

Wait! Who’s they?

 

I don’t know how long I’ve been here.

They wear white coats and masks.

(Yankee doodle went to town.)

One of them has Tom’s eyes, squinting like they were when the wave came.

The wave of men.

(Are you going to scarborough fair?)

They’re talking to me but I can’t hear.

Blue men on the blue boat.

(I hate rats.)

They’re asking me deep questions about my childhood.

Blue like Tom’s eyes.

(Poor Tom.)

Why did that man steal his eyes?

They all shake their heads.

A needle! They have a needle!

(Third time this week!)

Wait! Who’s they?

 

What do you think? This is by far one of the most unusual things I’ve ever written, (and I was a tiny bit anxious to present it in public!) but everyone I showed it to has both really liked it and been really confused by it, :o) but the consensus has been a pleasant confusion. Let me know your thoughts in the comments below! Thanks for reading!

Hannah

(Photography and poetry by Hannah Allman.)

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