I was seven
when Aslan died on the stone table in Narnia
fourteen, wenn I first met Lukes father
I survived the mines of Moria
at the dawn of an ordinary school’s day
and rushed home to rumble the woods with the robbers daughter
When Harry caught his first snitch
there was wind in my hair
and metal in my mouth
And on days of work and pressure
I still see Momo`s eyes and Beppo`s smile
„One stroke oft the broom at a time my dear – You’ll be just fine“
You say, music was your first love?
Books have been mine!
Jasmin Pond 2012