I read this book to my daughter, as I was read it as a child, and so was my mother before me. Generational fairytaling. Enjoy.
To enter, give this rarity to the fairy, and with ivory bow flanking the present of her undimmed presence, she will tautly tiptoe, amidst the blackness bringing her own luster. She can take you all the way to fairyland; twist, contort, delight and distort all that you believe to be true about what the female form can do.
“If a poem is worthy at all, it isn’t tough–it is frail and exquisite, a mood, a moment of sudden understanding, a cobweb which falls apart at a clumsy touch.”
Blanche Jennings Thompson, 1925
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it is magic when you find a book like this; ‘The Tiger Who Came To Tea’ fits in that cozy category for us 🙂
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Yes, it is definitely a magical book for us. I will be sure to look up yours. Sounds equally enchanting. Thanks, John.
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I’ve heard of that book too recently
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Seems like just a sleep away I was listening to these poems and now, I’m the reader.
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How lovely this is, K; the poem, and the handing down of tradition.
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Your daughter is lucky to have such a talented mum. Hope you all have a wonderful Christmas. 🧡
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