Sunday, September 09, 2018

A poem by Mary Steele

From Anna's Summer Songs, a book of poems for children - interestingly, it was originally a book with illustrations and Swedish text by Lena Anderson, a lovely little lyric:
Have magic powers,
They make my rabbit
Dance for hours
On starlit nights.
He leaps and whirls
And jumps and twirls.
He kicks his heels
Above his ears.
I wish I heard
The tune he hears
For though I dance
With all my might
I never get
The steps quite right...
he says.
There are two features of the poem that struck me - the enjambment of the fifth line, 

- Started this post five years ago, and apparently got distracted.  Now I don't know what the other feature was.

Art, like information, wants to be free