Sally Evans

(1942 / London)

A Naboland Alphabet


A is for airborne, an arctic affair,
B is a box for a battered brown bear.
C is a clock that cannot count figures,
D is a desk for a diary, dumb diggers.
E is the earth through snow, etched in enamel,
F fur and a flask and a filigree camel.
G gives grey serge, grey print and grey sky,
H - here's a hare-mould, hull, herbs hanging dry.
I am implements, inclement weather, and ink,
J just a journeyman, jugs in the sink.
K is for keys and kit, kindliness, knives,
L a lantern, electric light, leathern archives.
M is for mushrooms made out of mops,
N is for nails bought in Naboland shops.
O is our open door, overland laps,
P printing and postcards, people perhaps.
Q is for quarto, the quest for quality,
R is the radio set, rubric, reality.
S is for scooter, skull, sandals and socks,
T is three toeprints trapped in the rocks.
U useful, unusual, the used and renewed,
V is the valor-stove very much valued.
W a white wilderness, from window upwinds,
X marks the xenographer mapping his finds.
Y is a yarn of the yester and yonder,
Z zeal in the zone of a zillion wonders.

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Submitted: Saturday, June 11, 2011
Edited: Saturday, June 11, 2011

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