I was sent a copy of a poem from the memorial service for Margaret Mahy who passed away last week. Doesn’t it really make you think of her writing?
THE FAIRY CHILD
The very hour that I was born
I rode upon the unicorn.
When boys put tadpoles in their jars
I overflowed my tins with stars.
Because I sing to see the sun
The little children point and run.
Because I set the caged birds free
The people close their doors to me.
Goodbye, goodbye you world of men,
I shall not visit you again.
