A Secret Garden
By marandina
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Audio version at https://soundcloud.com/user-62051685/a-secret-garden-mp3
A Secret Garden
Sinking sun creeping lower, stalking horizons,
rays of light fading, pale moon lies in wait,
hopping out of bed, she ever so gently landed
on worn lino and bounced, almost soundlessly.
The little girl shuffled, crept along on tiptoes
as a great, grandfather clock chimed loudly,
stairs had Egyptian-style, patterned carpet,
watching her move, her motion; silent, effortless.
Through a locked and guarded backdoor,
where a dog snored, feet twitching in dream,
out onto grass, silhouetted trees and gravel path,
a furtive journey to an overgrown, brick wall.
On the other side was fate, her fortune,
her future cast in the shadow of her present,
a mere turn of the key and a gentle push
would finally assuage so many imaginings.
And as the egress of wood swung inward,
the child could hear the fluttering of wings,
a land away from the mundanity of life,
eternity trapped in the whorls of infinity.
Before she could finally cross the threshold,
a sleepy father wordlessly closed a story book,
his precious daughter at last asleep, once more
and a fantasy held captive within pages again.
Image free to use via WikiCommons at https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gardening#/media/File:Forestgarden2.jpg
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This reminds me of a rich,
This reminds me of a rich, still life oil painting, each time you look at it, you see something different. A beautifully verdant, quiet journey into a dream.
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Very sweet, dreamy poem. :)
Very sweet, dreamy poem. :)
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I liked the echo of secret,
I liked the echo of secret, in the garden and in the fantasy? One hidden inside walls, one inside pages. When you cannot read, a book is all walls and you never find what you are looking for, all the places and people, so frustrating! The sleepy dad in your poem is the key :0) Gently, thoughtfully, letting his daughter into a magical place in her sleep
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ah, sleep is often the
ah, sleep is often the fantasy. Secret gardens make sense.
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One of my favourite books! I
One of my favourite books! I love the way in which you've woven its themes into another story - very clever!
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In dreams we can travel, the
In dreams we can travel, the magic is all there in the imagination. What an enchanting poem you've created Paul. Very much enjoyed.
Please keep writing poems like this.
Jenny.
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Beautifully written and read.
Beautifully written and read. I so enjoyed the recording. You have captured real magic here.
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Poem of the Week
This is our Poem of the Week! Congratulations!
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Congrats on Poem Of The Week
Congrats on Poem Of The Week Paul, and well deserved too.
Jenny.
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It feels like the gentle
It feels like the gentle voice of the sleepy father and the gentle descriptions help them both to get relaxed and sleepy. Rhiannon
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Hi Paul
Hi Paul
Beautifully written, with such a lot of detial.
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Loved this poem : those two
Loved this poem : those two books are some of my favourites and I appreciate the films of them too !!!
hilary
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