When night falls my bed is an air balloon.I sail through the slipsiverse,close by the moon.I float above treetops where fluttertufts are sleepingAnd flowering hills where the whifflepigs go creeping;Ponds strung with starlight that glitter like glass,A floog with her velvet nose bent to the grass. Such treasures I spy on! My bed in the treesSwings me up high,like a circus trapeze.Now the cool,night-rustling airSlips through my finger-gaps,ripples my hair; Now we glide over water,the moon's silver lightBlown by a cloudpuff into the bight,Adrift on the sea where the dream-shapes float;When night falls my bed is a sailing boat.A beautifully presented picture book with two front covers,the text can be read from front to back and vice versa. The mirror form poem meets in the middle in a stunning centrepiece image as the two children in the story (twins,one in an air balloon,the other a sailing boat) meet in the clouds!
Publisher: Faber & FaberISBN: 9780571347711Number of pages: 32Weight: 210 gDimensions: 250 x 250 x 5 mmEdition: Main
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