Thumbelina

Thumbelina

Up across the hinterland--

There climbs a sharp bend.

A tortuous path--

Cutting across the buried furrows,

Deep frost and a seeping bath.

Beyond the mountains--

Beyond the boughs--

Lean across in a row--

Colossal Menhirs of hard rock.

Jutting from all round--

So as to lock.

A place as bright as tiny spark--

Lolling amidst the rampant dark.

Bubbling like an aphid afloat--

On honeydew trickling from an effervescent bark.

A place of mischievous elves--

Where melodious songs sing a sing.

A place abound by golden fairies--

Where tinkering bells tin-tin ring.

Phosphorescent flowers open there eyes where--

In the lanes, in the bushes, in the gardens, in the lairs.

A place where brightly twinkles every star.

So very close and not so far--

A luminescent sprinkle sprayed all across a maze of milky scars.

In the middle, in the very middle of it all.

Of shining leaves, of bushy bouquet--

There stands a flower pod perched on a miniature impale.

Clasping in diaphanous petals, a crystalline viscera -- oh! So small.

A glistening ray of the brightest star--

Strikes upon its titillating mark.

Sweeping across an implosive aurora of rainbow spark.

The petals which had tightly clasped till now.

Holding themselves together in a circular row.

Open up to reveal--

As the gossamer curtains hang out their leering veils.

A warm bed of half a walnut--

Sliced through the middle with an even cut.

A little girl wrapped in a fluffy cotton shawl.

Twinkles her blue eyes like an angel doll.

Rocking in her juvenile cradle, Jing Jing Jingle Joe.

Only as small in size as my left foot toe.

Takes out from the crease--

Her little toe as her soft wrap is ruffled up by the breeze.

Then casts a glance around--

Pops out of her cradle like a fairy on the ground.

Her pastel shawl casts itself into a frilly frock.

As she hearkens the loudest of the croaks.

A big green frog of manners uncouth.

Spellbound by words of her beauty that flew from mouth to mouth.

Abducted the little princess on her back.

Her golden hair dangling and her azure eyes tearful--

As it jumped on to a lotus leaf afloat the watery lake.

The days would pass by; the spark in her eyes would get dim.

As she spent her days with a countenance glum and grim.

One day a Robin came flying by--

With her wings as straight as an arrow and as dark as night.

She climbed upon her back as the couple embarked upon a fancy flight.

They crossed the mountains--

They crossed the boughs--

Flying up over the Menhirs standing in a row.

They flew unstopped in an endless journey.

Finally, landing in a land of miniature humans at the end of this tourney.

A land of all bounties, a land of all joy.

Where frolicked in funny jocund, a tender boy.

They saw each other and their eyes started to gleam.

They instantly fell in love in their reality and in their dreams.

Now, they live in their lives of plenty--

Playing an unending game.

The tender boy and the blue eyed princess of dainty--

The more said is the less, THUMBELINA is her name.

~Anjum