Wednesday, June 30, 2010

A splash of rainwater in a cracked glass jar,

Taken from the mantelpiece in secret;

Katie’s new craft glitter,

Left out all night to soak up the moon light;

A nursery rhyme to sing

And a few special words to be murmured.

Then, when all is ready and done,

They will escape;

Escape from a world where people die,

Where people cry;

Escape to a world where the only tears are tears of joy,

And the only things that die are sorrow and sadness;

To live among magic, to be brave and safe;

To meet danger and say “Try your worst.”

To smile and laugh and be loved;

To escape.

Emily Mercurio, 2009