Recipe for Flying
Listen to Julie read her poem ...
I’ve jewels in this bag I carry with me
my collection will give you wings,
the shimmer of a star,
the leap of a hare,
this is where magic begins.
I sneak outside, quiet as pure air
catch them as they lie low,
the wisp of a cloud,
the pearl of sound,
nestled in my bag as I go.
The sway of a leaf, the warmth of sun’s hand,
a petal that glows with ease,
the swirl of a river,
a hidden whisper,
I gather them all to please.
Come take a look, see what lies within,
listen to the singing inside,
lift your arms and
believe these charms,
pretty soon your feet will rise.
my collection will give you wings,
the shimmer of a star,
the leap of a hare,
this is where magic begins.
I sneak outside, quiet as pure air
catch them as they lie low,
the wisp of a cloud,
the pearl of sound,
nestled in my bag as I go.
The sway of a leaf, the warmth of sun’s hand,
a petal that glows with ease,
the swirl of a river,
a hidden whisper,
I gather them all to please.
Come take a look, see what lies within,
listen to the singing inside,
lift your arms and
believe these charms,
pretty soon your feet will rise.
This poem is copyright (©) Julie Stevens 2025
About the Writer
Julie Stevens
Julie Stevens writes poems for both adults and children. She covers many themes, but often engages with the problems of disability. Her children’s poems have been published in many places including in anthologies published by Macmillan and Oxford University Press, in Paper Lanterns, The Dirigible Balloon, The Toy and Tyger Tyger. She has four published adult pamphlets. www.jumpingjulespoetry.com
