Blyton Days
Light elfan thin as sprite
An elfan wraith who dreamt delight
Her flights to fancied Wonderlands
Magical mischief managed and planned.
She went for rides on wishing chairs
Forgetting every little care
She swung far out and away
Always espying a brighter day.
Up on the heights of a Far-away tree
Each branch leaning away from me
A highway into Haven's clouds
No passports required, entry allowed.
For bold of heart and free of mind.
Into settlements of different kinds.
Lovely discoveries such exotic finds
Dryads in the air and nymphs on limbs.
Sweet subtle golden bones
Pinched in cheeks
And quiet as stone.
Bright eyes gleam unjaded
Welcoming surprises unexpected
Oh! sunny childhood heart of mine.
Of soft gentler childhood climes.
She dangled from steel railings of apartment staircases
Imagining descent from ancient city turrets
And winding staircases all in her mind
In pastel pink shorts and bright yellow tee
Have you seen the little girl who her grandma came to see?
We all get lost, us little girls....somewhere in the deep dark woods...
Eyes blinded by sharp tormenting twigs,
Till we have understood
Her heart hides in you and me.
© Amrita Valan 2015
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