A Hideout for a Sneaky Pixie.
Nestled in the corner of the garden,
The pixie crouches
under his tree with its spindly leaves
and a trunk like an elephant's leg.
An apothecary, he smashes up
Minty leaves, crunchy bark
Brewing a potion to make his
Feline Fairy Friend sprout wings
and fly.
A potion to make time stop
so he doesn’t have to leave his hideout
and go inside for tea
Thats a lovely poem - perfectly captures the wonder of a child's imagination :)
ReplyDeleteThank you! I actually wrote it years ago (back in my previous life as a primary school teacher!) about myself when I was little...when I see Jarvis having so much fun in the garden it reminds me so much of what I used to do :)
ReplyDeletehe's so gorgeous... cousin Tracey :)
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