My Bed Is an Air Balloon

Author(s): Julia Copus

Quirky and Imaginative

When night falls my bed is an air balloon.
I sail through the slipsiverse, close by the moon.
I float above treetops where fluttertufts are sleeping
And flowering hills where the whifflepigs go creeping;
Ponds strung with starlight that glitter like glass,
A floog with her velvet nose bent to the grass.
Such treasures I spy on! My bed in the trees
Swings me up high, like a circus trapeze.
Now the cool, night-rustling air
Slips through my finger-gaps, ripples my hair;
Now we glide over water, the moon's silver light
Blown by a cloudpuff into the bight,
Adrift on the sea where the dream-shapes float;
When night falls my bed is a sailing boat.


A beautifully presented picture book with two front covers, the text can be read from front to back and vice versa. The mirror form poem meets in the middle in a stunning centrepiece image as the two children in the story (twins, one in an air balloon, the other a sailing boat) meet in the clouds!

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Product Information

General Fields

  • : 9780571347711
  • : Faber & Faber, Limited
  • : Faber & Faber, Limited
  • : October 2018
  • : .197 Inches X 9.843 Inches X 9.843 Inches
  • : books

Special Fields

  • : 823.92
  • : 32
  • : Julia Copus
  • : Paperback
  • : Alison Jay