The Time of Green Moons

Posted October 8, 2009 & filed under Notebook.

In a world of green moons
I see a bell made of bubbles
I hear the hiss of snow and
I feel happy.
My mind sounds like fish.
I swallow millions of bones
that taste like red tigers.
Fire eyes float around and
rabbits gulp bowls of
twisted starfish.
It sounds scary but it’s not.
It’s like a wave of poems,
and I think I will stay here
forever or until it rains rocks.

By Jacob, 9 years old
[art by Shellie Mitchell, uploaded via flickr]