Ship in a Bottle


Granddad has an old glass dome
from way back when he used to roam.
Inside the glass dome is a ship,
how it got there, he let slip.

He was marooned upon a shore
and his shipwrecked vessel was no more –
this all happened in his young day –
in a forgotten land, far away.

He found himself upon the sands
with his head down in his hands,
murmuring softly to himself, “Why me?”
He looked up, and was surprised to see –

A length of silk upon the floor,
in a puff of smoke it was no more.
All this happened with such a flash
Until on the sands there appeared a sash.

From softest pink there grew and grew
a genie who stood with turned up shoe,
“Wymee,” he told him “is my name.”
“To grant you one wish is my aim!”

He rubbed his eyes but Wymee was still there,
Granddad could do nothing but stare and stare.
The genie spoke and broke his trance –
granddad realised this was his chance.

He told Wymee what had gone before,
and that his vessel was no more
and that he would dearly like to be
at home with his wife and family.

But how could Granddad possibly travel?
Wymee knew how, and did unravel
from silken scarves a bottle so small,
Inside it was a ship – that’s all.

“Say these magic words and off you will go
over the seas to the land that you know.
When you have done, say them once more,
the ship will return to its own magic shore.”

Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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