Silken Threads


She sits on the cold stone floor

Bronze hair in waves down her back

Soft candles make shadows on the wall

Her pale face flushed from her spinning

Ink has stained her lavender gown

While her fingers frantically write

Stories of honor and chivalry

She uses thoughts of silver and red

Thoughts of mist and silken threads

The threads of imagination she uses to weave

Her epic fairytale tapestry

She sits on the stone floor so cold

but warm she is as she spins in her world

Bronze hair glowing by candlelight

Pen strokes elegant on parchment

The mistress of fairyland has written another dream,

To delight a sleeper with enchantment

by Bonnie Jean Higgins

~  this poem was inspired by the cover art from  The Tower At Stony Wood by Patricia A. McKillip

The Tower at Stony Wood by Patricia A. McKillip

My Mind, My World ~ 2003

In my mind there is a world
A world of moonbeams and dreams
In my mind there is a girl
A girl of starshine and sunbeams
In my mind there is a world
A world that keeps me at peace
In my mind lies my world
My world of fantasy and dreams
My visions
My demons
My loves
My secrets
My mind
My castle
Has all of these things in it
In my mind lies my world
The only world I want to be in



MY Favorite Poem memorized in childhood

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I learned this poem by heart when I was in second grade i hope you enjoy,Wynken, Blynken, and Nod (Dutch Lullaby)
by Eugene Field (1850-1895)

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!”
Said Wynken,
And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea—
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish—
Never afeard are we”;
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
‘T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought ‘t was a dream they ‘d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea—
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
And Nod.