Magma Poetry

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1. Harry Haines. says:

   December 12, 2012 at 12:07 pm

   Christmas is for children. I loved Christmas when my children were young. Now i think it’s just a shopkeepers holiday.
   If any one is interested here is a poem I wrote for my children when they were young enough and wise enough to believe in fairies.

   THE TRYSTING TREE.

   Hold my hand and I’ll hold yours
   And we’ll go dancing to the shores
   Of sunlit lands where happy grows
   The Trysting Tree, beneath which flows
   The sunbeam stream where fairies bathe
   And ships with sails of breezes take
   Cargoes of cares to the secret cave
   Where the wisest fairy works to make
   Them into new and shining joys,
   And all the tears of girls and boys
   Are made into a necklace for
   The loveliest queen of all that shore.

   Beneath the Trysting Tree we’ll tell
   Our dreams into a singing shell
   And read the stories of the flowers
   As page on page we turn the hours.
   We’ll talk as brightly as singing birds
   Of things untaught in any school
   In a laugh of language gemmed with words
   Shaped newly with our twist tongue tool.
   We’ll eat our fill of fairy food
   And drink the wine no grownup could.
   Then on a magic spell we’ll ride
   And see all from the other side.

   Whenever you’re sad remember we
   Can meet beneath the Trysting Tree.
   Just call my name, you know it well,
   It has the name that none can spell
   And we’ll romp again through magic fields
   And from our purses stuffed with stars
   We’ll pay for all that dreaming builds,
   Those castles in the sky and cars
   Drawn swiftly by a lightning streak;
   Who knows, perhaps we’ll even speak
   To that loveliest Queen who proudly wears
   The necklace made from pearls of tears.

   Harry Haines.
2. Harry Haines. says:

   December 12, 2012 at 3:33 pm

   How about this for very young kids?

   THE LAND OF SINGINGLYSAID.

   When you are sleeping
   The fairies come peeping
   Around your sleeping head.
   From where you are lying
   They take you by flying
   To the land of Singinglysaid.

   And there on alighting
   You’ll be given in writing
   Rules that cannot be read
   And it’s no good you trying
   For they’re not applying
   Rules in Singinglysaid.

   There you’ll go laughing
   To washing and bathing
   In water that’s blue and red.
   And when you go walking
   Your toes will start talking
   To the flowers of Singinglysaid.

   And there when you’re singing
   The bluebells start ringing
   While trees clap there hands overhead.
   And each hour you’ll be humming
   To the dancing days drumming
   Out tunes of Singinglysaid.

   Till when the sun’s rising
   There’s nothing surprising
   Can’t happen in Singinglysaid.
   But when you start waking
   The fairies are taking
   You home from Singinglysaid.

   That’s why you wake singing
   Though fairies are winging
   Away from your dreaming bed.
   But again when you’re sleeping
   The fairies will come peeping
   And take you to Singinglysaid.

   Harry Haines.
3. Margaret Drake says:

   December 12, 2012 at 6:28 pm

   Absolutely brilliant.
4. Harry Haines. says:

   December 13, 2012 at 11:38 am

   Thank you Margaret, your kind remarks, much appreciated.
5. Mike Alderson says:

   December 14, 2012 at 10:28 am

   Crime Scene

   The forensic team are in the yard
   measuring footprints in the snow.
   They’ve bagged up vegetables for DNA
   and photographed a hat and scarf
   left at the gate.
   There are no finger prints.