The garden of my childhood
was green jungle.
I crawled underneath
the berry bushes,
behind pittosporum hedge
and massed bamboo,
and deep inside the geraniums.
The wild creatures
I met in this jungle
were fierce ants
that fought each other:
orange-bodied and long-legged,
caterpillars with furry spikes,
and secretive spiders
hiding in curled leaves.
The fairies, whirling points of light,
would sometimes stop
and show me their tiny faces.
Mostly they flitted about
in and out of the plants,
quick flashes of colour.
I could tell that they liked me.
November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge 2013 day 14: exploration
love this beautiful fairyland of childhood.......
ReplyDeleteThank you. You are so reassuring! (I always wonder how well these are working.)
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