Inside my backpack… 

There are a pair of snazzy shoes, with the wings of a Pegasus, to make me flutter through the air. 

There is Henry VIII’s axe, used to slice off Anne Boleyn’s head, to end the carnage between the flipper-flappers and the groggle-boggles (the greatest sky enemies). 

There is Cinderella’s glass slipper to use as bribery, luring the sky-beasts away from their mountains of gold. 

There is every single chocolate bar from Willy Wonka’s factory, delicately laid. 

There is a bucket-full of hope, to pour over lost souls. 

There is Medusa’s head, to turn enemies into rust busts, to hang as decoration on my skyship. 

There is a penguin, with a button nose, who is specially trained in martial-arts, and an illuminated candle, that has the power to reveal the truth. 

There is an endless supply of the Queen of Hearts’ finest jam tarts. 

There is the love a mother gives, wrapped up with a red bow, to keep me strong. 

Then, finally, there is a snow globe, with the memories of my family sealed in the glass sphere: protecting my childhood dreams from murderous enemies outside

Listen to Rosie performing her poem