Fly with me my fancy man
and I’ll take you to places
that you haven’t been,
but only if that’s what you fancy.
We’ll flit over mountains flapping our wings
on our magical flight of fancy.
We’ll hover above cities of silver and gold,
and stopover wherever we fancy.
Come fly with me, my fancy man,
and find a little of what you fancy.
But hold on tight as we climb up
close to the sun, then go
sliding down moonbeams
avoiding the planets, way over the spires
and the earth towers, over the clouds,
right out of the rain showers.
There’s no plain sailing for us in my fancies.
Then hold on tight as we start speeding down,
down under the clouds in our fancy
we’re still tripping the light fantastic.
But we’re frantic to find our fantasy land
at the end of our flight of fancy.
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Gyroscope Review and So It Goes. Find Lynn at her blog - Poetry - Lynn White.