This poem came out of the April 6, 2010 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired and sponsored by zianuray. (Yes, you can sponsor poems from a previous Fishbowl! If there's one you want, ask me and I'll let you know if it's currently available.) This one is for all the parents out there ... and the world's little futures.
The hope of the world
arrives on pattering feet,
trailing giggles and squeals,
demanding to know --
"Master, what does the field think
when the plow turns it?"
"Mistress, do you know
whether water likes fish?"
"Master, do trees tickle the wind?"
And the mages kneel down to say,
"Why, I don't know, child!
Let's go ask them."
Baby mages are as full of thoughts
As kittens are full of mischief,
And neither peasants nor nobles
Know how to raise them right.
So they are sent to the mage schools
To be raised by mages, taught how to
Ask and answer questions, cast spells,
And save the world at need.
*adds to memories*
June 11 2010, 07:44:08 UTC 11 years ago
Re: *adds to memories*
June 11 2010, 16:36:04 UTC 11 years ago
>> It speaks of a magickal community to me-something I like very much to be a part of in my own hometown.<<
Well, I think too many people try to squelch children's questions, and then complain when the children get to school and don't want to learn anymore. So I wanted to write about a community that put highly inquisitive children into a situation where that was encouraged and produced laudable results. In magic, you really need to know what you're doing, and baby mages or witches or whatever tend to be very curious. So it works out.
June 11 2010, 10:11:17 UTC 11 years ago