The very hour that I was born
I rode upon the unicorn.
When boys put tadpoles in their jars
I overflowed my tin 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.
By Margaret Mahy
From The Word Witch: The Magical Verse of Margaret Mahy (page 81)
Published by HarperCollins
This poem is part of the Tuesday Poem Scheme
Bravo posting this, Emma. You’re a genius. The absolutely perfect poem for one who indeed rode unicorns. So sad she’s gone. Her stories are an important part of my family’s life.
(Emma) Thanks Mary! I’d looked through this book ages ago and remembered it on the way to work – this was the clear choice for today.
Thank you sharing this.
Her legacy will live forever.