171: Little Wonderland

There's a quaint little garden behind my house,

surrounded by bottle-red raspberry bushes.

The path winds through, back and forth a few times,

then vanishes behind on the other side.

One day in the autumn I took that path home

through that little garden with its evergreen leafs,

and as rare as it was I could open my coat

and wander in comparable peace.

The morning had seen a police car there

quietly perched at the edge of the garden,

and a strange little man with too large a crown

sat a few feet away and giggled at nonsense.

But now there was me and nobody else

and I looked around to see mushroom-like lamps

rising above next to bright-coloured trees

no larger than bushes in a normal-sized land

and like images merging I saw lamps and trees

and felt like a fairy returning home.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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