Friday, 12 July 2019

Reading: A Poem















Reading

A poem



The little blue fairy....

Your tiny finger struggles, falters,
weary from its climb
up undeciphered hieroglyphs.
I urge you on.
You slowly trace the unfamiliar shapes,
venture mouthed syllables
(soundlessly withdrawn)
whilst loudly-coloured pictures
tempt and draw your eyes,
which flit like sparkling butterflies
landing
on familiar ground,
safe from the baffling sea of words.

... waves her enchanted wand

You’re holding magic in your hands.
This book’s your spell to conjure distant lands,
sights as yet unseen;
A hidden portal
bidding you walk through to
worlds which might have been;
A hallowed place
where minds immortal gather
and treat you as their queen.

Dad, may I go and play?
I smile. Go, my love. You’ll understand one day.

(art by Virginia Frances Sterrett)

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