Last night I slipped into a dream<\/p>\n
and found a secret garden place<\/p>\n
Potten End and there did spend<\/p>\n
an interlude<\/p>\n
I dropped the pace<\/p>\n
and wandered like<\/p>\n
a tortoise<\/p>\n
down grassy banks close<\/p>\n
by<\/p>\n
fruit and nut trees<\/p>\n
feathered grasses<\/p>\n
a great beech from on high high<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
heralded the end of somewhere<\/p>\n
masking others who might see<\/p>\n
At \u00a0its base were steps up into<\/span><\/p>\n a tree house<\/p>\n and so passionately<\/p>\n where dryad’s come to dance<\/span><\/p>\n the polka<\/p>\n and tiny elves<\/p>\n on butterflies<\/p>\n lift up into<\/p>\n morning mist rings<\/p>\n seldom seen by mortal’s eyes<\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n the setting sun casts<\/p>\n such an aura<\/p>\n its fingers weave a<\/p>\n bright refrain<\/p>\n a glow that reaches<\/p>\n to the sofa<\/p>\n where \u00a0 Mr D’arcy<\/p>\n tries to gain<\/p>\n <\/p>\n the upper paw<\/p>\n off up the garden<\/p>\n missing objects on his way<\/p>\n a greyhound he runs<\/p>\n like the clappers<\/p>\n showing me his wings<\/p>\n today<\/p>\n <\/p>\n he is such a handsome fellow<\/p>\n 9 years<\/p>\n clearly lithe and strong<\/p>\n carving out a single message<\/p>\n this is where, I do belong<\/p>\n <\/p>\n a gradual slope down to the shelter<\/p>\n rooted to the back fence, we<\/p>\n saw the spiders who might live there<\/p>\n in the strangest harmony<\/p>\n tranquility a haunting message<\/p>\n the creaking gate that hides so much<\/p>\n holly and ivy hang in raptures<\/p>\n protection<\/p>\n generally as such<\/p>\n twisted tangles at all angles<\/p>\n cling to rickety fences where<\/p>\n S has placed a triangular mirror<\/p>\n to enhance the value there<\/p>\n <\/p>\n a compost area looms majestic<\/p>\n maturation is everywhere<\/p>\n it fills the nostrils and soaks into<\/p>\n every pore \u00a0and any spare<\/p>\n <\/p>\n onto a leafy rotting process<\/p>\n a walnut tree that rises high<\/p>\n 3 raised beds<\/p>\n and some handsome decking<\/p>\n and a bubble fountain<\/p>\n which is why<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Mr D’arcy likes to sup there<\/p>\n to quench his thirst<\/p>\n duckweed and all<\/p>\n its better than the spirulina<\/p>\n but kind of sends him off the wall<\/p>\n <\/p>\n off he goes like some hot cheetah<\/p>\n around the objects such a pace<\/p>\n turning around to really show me<\/p>\n how to do it<\/p>\n and how to face<\/p>\n <\/p>\n through the kitchen<\/p>\n and into the sitting<\/p>\n out the french doors<\/p>\n and back down where<\/p>\n I’m still tortoise like<\/p>\n a climbing<\/p>\n which Mr D’arcy is aware and god knows<\/p>\n hang and sit and stand around<\/p>\n giving off a quirky aura<\/p>\n anyway thats what I found<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n S was charming G was charming<\/p>\n I met Toby, he was too<\/p>\n the sun set such a glorious picture<\/p>\n on Potten end it was a view<\/p>\n to die for, as we\u00a0drank Pi water<\/span><\/p>\n cool and crisp and it just gels<\/p>\n swept into our \u00a0throat as if to<\/p>\n says its permeating all our cells<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n the sun has gone and colours<\/p>\n whisper<\/p>\n and move the waiting soul who stares<\/p>\n up into the sky a yonder<\/p>\n among the flying horses lairs<\/p>\n <\/p>\n I had found a secret garden<\/p>\n where the faeries come to play<\/p>\n where goblins sit astride the mulberry<\/p>\n and \u00a0pass the time and possibly say<\/p>\n how quiet it is and \u00a0so idyllic<\/p>\n lots of foliage creeps and stirs<\/p>\n a really rich and velvet halo<\/p>\n relaxes one and even spurs<\/p>\n the poets heart, to find the right words<\/p>\n the artists heart to brush and be<\/p>\n each pattern and each light drawn moment<\/p>\n brought together in harmony<\/p>\n <\/p>\n images that come to mind<\/p>\n mentation of a unique kind<\/p>\n a celebration of watchfulness<\/p>\n where faery folk<\/p>\n are there to bless<\/p>\n the little people<\/p>\n come and go<\/p>\n hear the water as it<\/p>\n does flow<\/p>\n elementals dance and sing<\/p>\n and add to this spectre everything<\/p>\n <\/p>\n there is to see and imagine<\/p>\n comes<\/p>\n sylph like sisters<\/p>\n beating drums<\/p>\n a mythical ectoplasmic trait<\/p>\n rewards the soul prepared to wait<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Last night I slipped into a dream and found a secret garden place Potten End and there did spend an interlude I dropped the pace and wandered like a tortoise down grassy banks close by fruit and nut trees feathered … Continue reading
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