“Tick-Tockery” is one of my favorite words.
Years upon years ago I read Gregory Maguire’s engrossing book “Wicked” and fell madly in love with the character Alphaba. This book was one of the few that imprinted itself so strongly on my being, I came away thinking of the world, looking at the world in a different way. It’s like the book gave me a whole new sense to work with – a seventh sense, since I already have a pretty good sixth sense – or opened a door in me that showed me how to travel to different realities. When the book was turned into a musical, my sister and I went with a dear friend, and it was extraordinary. If possible, maybe even better than the book.
The stage was set with lovely designs that incorporated many of the ideas in the book. If you hadn’t read the book you might not know why the hell there was a huge clock on the stage, but the set pieces all had meaning and charm to me. And there were these lovely clockworks and gears, and I called them “Tick-Tockery”. I said, “oooo, look at all the Tick-Tockery they have!”
Since then this word has come to mean:
Yummmm…I love it all…
getting ready for my demise
she eats the apple and sets the trap
and watches through wicked eyes
her left hand fills my easter basket
her right hand digs my grave
with crooked smile and tender touch
she makes me her little slave
she looks in the mirror to set her hair
she needs to look just so
with hood pulled over a vacant face
she marches me through the snow
and as the hours whittle away
the birds call me outside
showing me where to run and fly
helping me now, to hide
but the altar’s ready and the time is near
and i lay my neck on the stone
a little poppet that’s all used up
a dolly that can never go home.