Dreaming Gardens

Dreaming Gardens

This shamble of concrete, lawn, haphazard fencing and constructions reminiscent of oriental ideas became my play ground through...

Autumn; leaves of battered gold, copper, tinted ruby; sunshine warmth and caressing breeze

Summer; roses red and blushing pink; petal headed jewels, links of leaf and stem

Winter; ice sculptures rising round and grinning; robin’s road leading to hidden hoards of silver

Spring; fountain of cherry kissed magic; sun flaked snow and rings of growth where the pixies go

Paving slabs my castle and my prison, my tourney ground and my lookout.
Hedges thick as forest grew; doors beyond to my Eden.

Driveway lengthened, down which Pilgrims and Templar Knights-
Galloping hard they ride to scarper from my sword – two bits of a wood, a foot of red tape.

But most I feel the oceans lock, lulling gently, smashing rocks.
A lake; a desert impassable; a farm, a city, a village all fit snug yet miles apart.
A crowd could not fill it, one man could step over it, a giant slept on it.
My world,
My Paradise
-Illusion