Happy Sunday! I haven't been on here since Valentine's Day as I've done my back in. Currently have sciatica for the first time - oh joy! Makes me feel for anyone who has it all of the time. Commuting to work in London becomes a unique kind of hell as it is always overcrowded, and designed for the able-bodied and no one else. Anyway, turning to something nicer, here's a poem I wrote about dreams, escapism and fairy tales. It was written for JD Mader's 2minutesgo challenge on his blog on Fridays - check it out :)
Magic Dust
Upwards they soar and I
follow
On the breeze of awakening
Magic dust
In free air I paddle my
legs
Flipping feet and flying
arms
Not knowing why
Or where I am going
Will I fall?
Catch me if you can in an
open net
Let me sit upon your
floating carpet
Flying through these
towers drawn
Between fairy tales we’ll
weave
Rewriting these stories of
old
Laughing at dragons
blowing fire
As we dip our carpet this
way
In awe as knights battle
for fair maiden
Magic dust
Do I have enough of you to
find
Merlin pottering in his
endless caves
Or Rapunzel washing her
lively hair
These days are worn as
dreams
And
in between I tiptoe lest I wake.copyright Vickie Johnstone
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