Thursday, March 26, 2015

Second star to the right, and straight on till morning

Wonderfully evocative scenes, iconic even, from the best play I never saw are available at the end of this paragraph, but only if you are signed in to Facebook before you click on the link (I think) . If you are not signed in to Facebook before you click on the link, you probably will not be able to view any wonderfully evocative scenes, iconic or otherwise, from the best play I never saw. However, you will still be able to see the three principal characters (one of whom just happened to have been played by my grandson) by looking at the post just before this one.

Wonderfully evocative scenes, iconic even, from the best play I never saw

To commemorate this auspicious occasion, I wish to announce a poetry contest. In the comments section, please submit your entry, which must have something to do with Peter Pan. It can be a sonnet, a villanelle, a limerick (clean only, please) , a haiku, a parody of another poem. The only requirement is that it must make the reader think of Peter Pan.

For example, you might begin:

Tiger Lily, sinking fast,


How doth the hungry crocodile


O Captain! My Captain! Your shiny hook is sharp


Tinker Bell, Tinker Bell, Tinkling all the way

or even

There once was a playwright, James Barrie,

Well, I’m sure you get the idea.


  1. Loved the seeing pictures! Peter Pan is one of my favorite productions, and I'm sorry I couldn't make it either. "Second star to the right, and straight on till morning"... one of the great lines of literature.

    Okay, here's my poem (a la Emily Dickinson)

    To see the work of Barrie it takes a ticket and health.
    One ticket, and health.
    And facebook.
    The facebook alone will have to do,
    if health is few.


  2. there once was a martin named mary

    who flew, as inspired by barrie.

    she gripped us with fear

    and we clapped once a year,

    til we rescued the point-of-light fairy.

  3. LightExpectation, thank you! My favorite poem by Emily Dickinson is He Preached Upon Breadth.

    ThreeOldKeys, thank you! A perfectly-composed limerick!

  4. Let us fly to Neverland
    Far beyond these earthly shores
    Over yon misty clifftops
    Where the frothing ocean roars?

    In atlases and reference books,
    I have sought it everywhere
    Oh, Peter Pan where are you?
    Come back and lead me there.

    To the Sea of One Thousand Islands
    Along the bright High Way
    Neverland is waiting and
    I'll get there one fine day.

  5. To Yorkshire Pudding, Pudding Towers, Sheffield, Yorkshire, England. Sir: I like your poem very much. I would not have expected less from a former teacher of English. Accordingly, I have nominated you for an OBE.

  6. Sorry to say that having been brought up in France I never read Peter Pan and am not sure exactly what he did. I think he flew in the air and may have been a little fairy, but that’s as much as I know - so, no poem from me.

    The books I read would have been in French like the Contes de Perrault – I bet not many people here know that French Charles Perrault wrote Cendrillon “Cinderella” Barbe Bleue (Bluebeard) Le Petit Chaperon Rouge (Red Riding Hood) – also La Belle au Bois Dormant (Sleeping Beauty) and so many more. Perrault wrote them all in French and they were translated in many languages afterward.

  7. Vagabonde, never read Peter Pan! You might as well have never read Pippi Longstocking or The Adventures of Tom Sawyer or Beowulf!

    I had never heard the word "Cendrillon" before in reference to Cinderella, although I had heard of Aschenputtel, the Brothers Grimm version in German.

    Live and learn!