Hey everyone! I've been writing (poetry and fiction) basically my whole life and, now, reading everyone's writing... I feel a bit naive and silly...
I wrote this last year, when I was 13, and it probably seems a bit childish to some of you, but it's a favourite poem of my own.
Lost In Novellas
I’ll just sit down with a cup of coffee,
And then, to my land of dreams, I shall fly:
I will travel to the Blue Castle,
Or be an astronaut in the sky.
I’ll find Francesca and look for Alibrandi
And even walk along The Jellicoe Road.
To where the wind rushes through the willows,
I’ll discuss cars with Mr. Toad.
I’ll meet up with Violet, Klaus and Sunny,
And then, Cathy will lead me to Wuthering Heights.
Emily Starr will take me to the road less travelled,
Which shall bring me to the City of Lights.
And then, I’ll go to London and talk with Oliver Twist,
I’ll have tea at Green Gables with Marilla and Anne.
Then, I’ll take a trip along with the Travelling Pants
And be led to unknown lands.
I’ll be there tomorrow, when the war began,
Then onto the other side of dawn.
And while I live, I’ll be incurable:
I’ll go to Narnia and become a fawn.
And whilst I walk to Jane Austen’s house,
I’ll find Cassie is crazy and feel sorry for Celia.
And when I come home, I’ll have so much to tell you.
I’ll watch Hamlet and chat with Ophelia.
I’ll learn to play Beatie Bow with my friends,
And I’ll run with Black Beauty, just to feel free.
I’ll confer about the stars with the little prince,
And find out ten things I hate about me.
But, from my land of dreams, I shall wake,
After changing over and making a deal.
Coming back to show you I could fly,
I never knew that books could be so real.