Worlds Away

I like it in the pages –there is magic hiding there. See, every book’s a spell, that casts a world for me to share.

On a soaring tasselled carpet or flying to Ali Baba’s cave. Or twenty thousand leagues under the sea, where a lovesick mermaid waits.

I’ve seen sirens sing sailors to their deaths, and Anansi’s cunning ways.

I’ve cheered on Hare, outrun by Turtle, as slow and steady won the race.

When my head is buried in a book, when you call and call my name, that’s where you will find me: imagining away.

Cheering puddings that last forever; baby-sitting empires run by girls! Hobgoblins, and shoemaker-elves, hobbits, wizards who save the world.

I’ve walked horrid haunted hallways, and seen mighty dragons tamed. I met Akissi in the pages: she makes mischief every day.

I have seen the Loch Ness monster, and chased a bunyip’s tail.

I’ve travelled all the seven seas atop the Moby whale.