Just so Michael won't be the lone grouch, I'll admit that this one really isn't my cup of tea. The title redeems it somewhat by announcing that the sentimentality is deliberate, and perhaps wistful. But relying on all those modifiers makes it all just feel too easy.
Maz wrote a wonderful poem, "Sky in the Pie," that evoked a kind of wistful nostalgia for the world of children's storybooks. Since it's been published, maybe she won't mind if I post the last few lines:
The clouds melt on your tongue
and sweeten your throat. You can chant
this day across the meadows, & call the lost flocks
home. The sheep & the chestnut cows. The cows
& the wild black horses. The wolves & small quick foxes.
All the lost beasts of your kingdom.
Call them home.
It's a lovely poem, full of sweet-dream images, but it uses language inventively and doesn't suffer from the Hummel-like cuteness of this one.
p.s. "woolgather" is brilliant though!
Last edited by Rose Kelleher; 04-06-2009 at 11:24 AM.
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