Also on Talespinning, but I like this:
The Idealist
Cloudhoppers are fragile
here now and gone,
with heads of spun sugar
and fingers of glass
they tell tales of faeries
and all things with wings
and mountains as seen
from white snow.
The blue of the cosmos
is viewed through red lenses,
and turned into rosy words
soaring with sound,
dancing with thunder
to fall dainty and damaged;
crushed by their brush
with the sky.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
Lovely poem!!! I must confess that I am no lover
of poetry, but when I decided to go back to school
and freshened up my English, one of my teachers
dared me to write a poem. I never thought I would
succeed, but he said that it is not important
the rhyme, but what we try to say!!
Whoever has a smile, it’s a rich man!!
All the best
Marta