I’ve often slipped the bonds of life
in well-loved books with dog-eared leaves
(before highlighters made their lurid mark)
up in the air and over the wall
to lavender-scented Counterpane
with Elly the elephant, faithful friend
better than a teddy bear (but lost somewhere).
I was the giant on the pillow hill
pondering the wild blue yonder above,
watching supernovas and dinosaur clouds;
I wandered the sanctity of space
on laughter-silvered wings up in the air
and down again, put out my hand
and touched the face of my child.
Inspired by a paint chip poetry prompt and my favorite childhood poems.
....Bilocalalia.... 
Very well written!
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Thank you. Stealing from some great poets really helps.
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When we read books, it is pure flight of fancy no matter the subject or genre ….. lovely.
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Thank you
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What a delightful read!
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Love this especially; “I was the giant on the pillow hill pondering the wild blue yonder above,
watching supernovas and dinosaur clouds.” Beautifully done. 🙂
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Thank you. The giant on the pillow hill is from the Land of Counterpane by Robert Louis Stephenson, my childhood favorite.
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I remember how I used to read books as a child and want to return to that fascination.
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I never had to read with a flashlight under the covers, did you?
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Of course I did
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My mom used to say “get to a stopping place and then turn out the light,” then she’d walk away and trust that I wouldn’t read for too long! Imagine!
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[…] This Ghazal was inspired by a Paint Chip Prompt and a favorite poem from my childhood, “The Land of Counterpane.” […]
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