Sunday, January 02, 2011

Illustrator, Vivienne? 1947

Wishing Poem (prompt from Monday's Child)
I wish to lick the moon,
to hold your tears in a sugar spoon.
I wish the snow were made of gold
and I wish the young were never old.
I wish my eyes were brown, not blue
and the sky could recall each bird that flew.
I wish my thirst would let me be
and that dish of milk were enough for three.
I wish to fill a wishing well
and then go fishing for a spell.


signed...bkm said...

Absolutely delightful...a Wonderful wishing well full of wishes...thank you sharing...I love too how everyone views the is fun...bkm

Rinkly Rimes said...

I haven't visited your blog before! The second kitten looks very wistful. I see you're a librarian. Did you specialise in works for children?

Andreas said...

I love this!
Well-written, with some very beautiful imagery.

tess said...

Thanks for your comments!

Marinela said...

Very well-written poem, enjoyed it!
Best wishes for 2011
Hugs M

Reflections said...

This is just lovely... wishes upon wishes all waiting for the unexpected joy when they come true. Wonderful.

Liz Brennan said...

wonderfully wistful wishes!

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