The Pretending Garden
When we came back, we were giants.
At school we would boast of our enourmous garden,
back home.
Our jungle, our wildrenesss, all ours -
All mine. To touch and drink
Great gulps of air. Tasting of all the colours of all the flowers that grew there.
We used to play at life. Dragging out
all the duvets in the house
out the back door
and make beds under the trees and pretend to sleep.
For what felt like hours, was minutes.
Childhoods easy crawl,
till one day we are running.
Running for our lives.
And when we came back, it was a dolls house.
We were all too big; trespassers in a place we used to posses,
We felt older.
Ancient. Overgrown.
The colours were there, but the flowers were
dead, and the air tasted rusty
and it was hard
to breathe.
The duvets were strewn
on the grass, under
the trees.
And we were still there, pretending
to be asleep.
At school we would boast of our enourmous garden,
back home.
Our jungle, our wildrenesss, all ours -
All mine. To touch and drink
Great gulps of air. Tasting of all the colours of all the flowers that grew there.
We used to play at life. Dragging out
all the duvets in the house
out the back door
and make beds under the trees and pretend to sleep.
For what felt like hours, was minutes.
Childhoods easy crawl,
till one day we are running.
Running for our lives.
And when we came back, it was a dolls house.
We were all too big; trespassers in a place we used to posses,
We felt older.
Ancient. Overgrown.
The colours were there, but the flowers were
dead, and the air tasted rusty
and it was hard
to breathe.
The duvets were strewn
on the grass, under
the trees.
And we were still there, pretending
to be asleep.