Coronas Like Luminous Silk 5.5.2009 Poem by Margaret Alice

Reading ‘The Door In The Air’ by Margaret
Mahy, pondering the deeper meaning of
creating an acrobat girl and making her
live high in the air - in spotlights

A Prince who got lost in Riddle Chase, a
dangerous wood; he changed in many
ways, hair like a unicorn’s mane with a
star on his forehead, skin burning

With star images connected by golden
threads, forming a map of the kingdom
of the air, where golden-voiced stars
sing; coronas look like luminous silk

A magical place to be free, her Prince came
with her, space knew and held him as light
streamed from him, the light of many suns
touching, the little acrobat girl

Went with him as he was a good map – oh,
may your beloved be your map to the stars
also; may you leap from the trapeze into his
arms backwards because

You’ve seen the star on his forehead -
a sign of absolute noble trust!

Margaret Mahy “The Door In The Air And
Other Stories” Butler & Tanner,1988, pp.1-12