A Magic Carpet Ride
If I had a magic carpet,
I’d fly through the air,
Way above the clouds
With magic and flair.
I’d bring my best chum
For giggles and fun.
We’d fly to the Earth’s edge
To gaze at the sun.
We’d meet magical beasts
Like satyrs and sprites;
And have tea and cake
With gallant knights.
We’d circle the moon
And twirl around stars,
Before landing somewhere
That looks like Mars.
I’d fly through the air,
Way above the clouds
With magic and flair.
I’d bring my best chum
For giggles and fun.
We’d fly to the Earth’s edge
To gaze at the sun.
We’d meet magical beasts
Like satyrs and sprites;
And have tea and cake
With gallant knights.
We’d circle the moon
And twirl around stars,
Before landing somewhere
That looks like Mars.
This poem is copyright (©) Sinéad O’Riordan 2026
About the Writer
Sinéad O’Riordan
Sinéad O’Riordan was born in the 1970s in a rural village in the south of Ireland. She writes children’s stories and poetry, often in the quiet of the evenings. Most at home in nature, she draws inspiration from the landscape around her as an emerging writer. Her work has previously appeared in the West Cork Times and she recently had a children’s story and a poem published in Irish Little Gems Magazine.
