Tom Thumb flew away on a butterfly, thinking he
was Genghis Khan when long ago he rode off on
a mouse as a steed, his sword a sewing needle,
he dreamed of fighting destiny and becoming
a Lord himself - the youngest son of Conan the
Barbarian and the Queen of Hearts, wanting to
Prove himself as more than just an angry dwarf,
his brothers Attila the Hun and Peter Pan never
took him seriously - Conan himself shrinking with
age fought with the Genghis that lived inside the
lonely Tom who never forgot how the Queen of
Hearts had left him outside as a child, he was a
Changeling in her eyes - her love never touched
his heart when he was grown: to his sisters, Alice
and Snow White, he confessed his heartbroken-
ness, nothing healed his wounds, now that Genghis
had left, the soul of Tom Thumb flying off into that
long good night; Alice in Wonderland has begun
Dreaming of comforting him, holding him tight,
bringing his name to the Troglodyte site, singing
Lullaby for Liefstetjie to him just as the Queen of
Hearts did every night when her children five
were babies all, lonely, sad and small…
[Friday 11 March 2022]
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