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…
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!