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    My Bed is an Air Balloon

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    ISBN: 9780571347711
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    AuthorCopus, Julia
    Pub Date04/10/2018
    BindingPaperback
    Pages32
    Publisher: FABER AND FABER LTD
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    When night falls my bed is an air balloon. I sail through the slipsiverse, close by the moon. I float above treetops where the nub-nubs are sleeping and flowering hills where the whifflepigs go creeping; ponds strung with starlight that glitter like glass, a floog with its velvet nose bent to the grass.

    When night falls my bed is an air balloon.
    I sail through the slipsiverse, close by the moon.
    I float above treetops where the nub-nubs are sleeping
    and flowering hills where the whifflepigs go creeping;
    ponds strung with starlight that glitter like glass,
    a floog with its velvet nose bent to the grass.
    Such treasures I count on. My bed in the trees
    swings me up high, like a circus trapeze.
    Now the cool, night-rustling air
    slips through my finger-gaps, ripples my hair;
    now we glide over water, the moon's silver light
    blown by a cloudpuff into the bight,
    adrift on the sea where the dream-shapes float;
    when night falls my bed is a sailing boat.

    When night falls my bed is a sailing boat
    adrift on the sea where the dream-shapes float,
    blown by a cloudpuff into the bight.
    Now we slide over water; the moon's silver light
    laps at my finger-gaps, ripples my hair;
    now the cool, night-rustling air
    swings me up high, like a circus trapeze.
    Such treasures I count on my bed in the trees -
    a floog with its velvet nose bent to the grass,
    ponds strung with starlight that glitter like glass
    and flowering hills where the whifflepigs go creeping.
    I float above treetops where the nub-nubs are sleeping;
    I sail through the slipsiverse, close by the moon.
    When night falls my bed is an air balloon.

    A beautifully presented picture book with two front covers, the text can be read from front to back and vice versa. The mirror form poem meets in the middle in a stunning centrepiece image as the two children in the story (twins, one in an air balloon, the other a sailing boat) meet in the clouds!