Susan Seddon Boulet "Psyche"
I shall be coming back to you
from seas, rivers, sunny meadows,
glens that hold secrets:
I shall come back with my
hands full
of light and flowers.
Brooks braided in with sunbeams
will hang from my fingers.
My heart will be awake...
All my thoughts and joys will go to you.
I shall bring back things I have picked up
traveling this road or the other.
Things found by the sea or in the pine-wood.
There will be a pine-cone in my pocket
Grains of pink sand between my fingers.
I shall tell you of a gold pheasant's feather:
I shall tell you of stars like seaweed.
Moons will glitter in my hair...
Will you know me?
I shall come back when the sunset
has turned away and gone,
and you will untangle the moons and
make me drowsy and put me to sleep.
~Hilda, age 10
