Gave away my power to an author* who
created death for a small boy in a wheel-
chair, he had been picked up by the mystery
ghost train - the story lost its warmth, all
comfort gone; all I have to do is find a
better-feeling thought, but I am tired all
the time, I shall go to sleep to find more
power to start another book, leave the
place-of-not-good-enough behind,
there is a dream somewhere
waiting to be found…
I found the dream in another book**,
a broken violinist ailing through the
passages of Bloor’s Academy, a boy
from another time bringing the Time
Twister with him; the lady smiled, took
the gift, went back to a time before her
hand was crushed, shining hair and
eyes delighted, showing all the cast
dreams can be realized when we use
all the opportunities strange events
might offer us!
*Susan Sallis “No Time At All”
**Jenny Nimmo “Charlie Bone and the Time Twister”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
keep this one sounds absolutely wonderful