I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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18 November 2013

Exploring My Childhood Garden

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


  1. love this beautiful fairyland of childhood.......

    1. Thank you. You are so reassuring! (I always wonder how well these are working.)