Ode to
Nan Min - VIII
The theme of Wendy with her favorite, Pan,
Conveys a happy thought at which to rise,
Flying aloft, the boon of boy and man,
Onward to Neverland though lither skies.
Wendy, the Darling child, "came first, then John
Then Michael," siblings borne in star-struck flight
'Till on an island landing hard upon,
The two boys, led by Pan, arose in fight.
"There never was a cockier boy" was said
Of he who came her open window through,
By whose enchantment stirring at her bed,
Sprinkled with fairy dust, the maiden flew.
Pan "thimbled her" in token of a kiss
Though "it was she who tempted first".
"No woman yet was able to resist"
The voice of him steeped in adventure's thirst.
Accompanied by Tink, with gown "cut low
And square, through which her figure could be seen
To best advantage", Peter did bestow
His acorn, by which mighty oaks have been.
Since our encounter, I have read the book
And now my pen picks up the cherished tale
Of Wendy lashed upon a mast by Hook.
Aboard the Jolly Roger, I unveil.
And as I emulate that other Pan
Who plays the reed, god of fertility,
To thy reception I unfold my plan,
Instructing thee in musicality.
The land seen somewhere betwixt wake and sleep
Let me to your imagination sell,
Whereat thy twinkle star should blink and peep
With thoughts I fashion on your Tinkerbell.
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