My project for the (Inter-)National Poetry Month 2008 is “fantasy” poems. Poems about mythical beings and creatures.
As my table of contents, I’m going to use the poem “Forever” that was probably written by a poet known online as “Lady Lauren Christine”. If you click on the words in CAPITAL letters, the links will take you to the other poems of INPM 2008 posted on this blog.
Forever
I am young enough for the FAIRIES to play tag with me.
And to tug on my hair when I’m not looking.
I am small enough to dance with BUTTERFLIES,
To fly with them sometimes if I close my eyes tight enough.
I am quiet enough to hear the TREES sing,
And they do sing, about the sky and ages long past.
I am child enough to swim into ATLANTIS …
With the MERMAIDS at my side,
And the DOLPHINS at my feet.
I am trusting enough to go to the end of the RAINBOW,
And find the LEPRECHAUNS
And their stories,
Not to mention the gold.
I have enough dreams to fly
And float out to the MOON,
But of course I stop to chat with the STARS.
I talk with my ANGEL,
And she sings me to sleep.
I love to ride on the UNICORN’s backs,
And sing along with the ELVES.
The CENTAURS whisper into my ears the knowledge
Of the stars.
The BROWNIES race with me through the forest,
Their hands linked with mine.
I sit at the DRAGON’s feet while she speaks to me
In all the languages of the world, and what’s more,
I understand her.
I take rides on the backs of GRIFFINS,
And they fly me into enchanted forests where the
IMPS pretend to zoom around me,
But I’m not scared.
I make my wishes to the JINN, who are not really bad.
The Kirin walk in the pastures with me,
And let me put daisy chains around their necks.
The Naga taught me how to make those.
I fly to Treasure Island on the back of PEGASUS,
And talk to the PARROTS living there.
The Queen of STORYBOOK LAND holds me in her arms,
And tells me about the tales she has read.
The ROANE leave their seal skins on the shore,
And dance with me on the beach.
I play tunes on the SATYR’s pipes
While they clap and dance about.
The TREANTE shift out of their tree forms
To hug me with their branches.
I soar the heights with the Wyvern
And the Xylo-Fae come out of their trees to
Tickle me until I can’t stop laughing.
I visit the YETI in the mountains where they live,
And they wrap me up tight so I’m not cold.
And then the ZEPHYR comes to carry me home,
But when I get there, I still believe in FOREVER.
~ (probably) Lady Lauren Christine