PANTOUM IN NOVEMBER

 

Her grandmother drives her to the library each week,

Through the White Witch’s snow and terrible shriek.

The golden mane of Aslan flows under her hands,

She’s a passenger bound for uncharted lands.

 

Through the White Witch’s snow and terrible shriek,

Onto her voyage, while her parents’ drift seems bleak.

She’s a passenger bound for uncharted lands,

Discovering a little bear is a castaway sneak.

 

Onto her voyage, while her parents’ drift seems bleak,

She laughs as his fur leaves sweet smudges wherever he jams.

Discovering a little bear is a castaway sneak,

She learns Earth’s gift: difference and diversity is a wand in hand.

 

She laughs as his fur leaves sweet smudges wherever he jams,

Her grandmother drives her to the library each week.

She learns Earth’s gift: difference and diversity is a wand in hand.

The golden mane of Aslan flows under her hands.

 

Her grandmother drives her to the library each week

This week is outerspace and next down under land.

Discovering a little bear is a castaway sneak

Onto her voyage, while her parents’ drift seems bleak.