holding out my hand,
i feel the tickle
of green leafy dangles.
i swish them to and fro.
my body follows
through the doorway,
of a space that is mine -
protected from the outside world,
by a sheath of tendrils green.
Author notes
as a child, every week my youngest sister and I would go with our father to visit a house, with a beautiful garden which had 3 very large mature weeping willows ... we would spend our time there running through them, making our own little world inside them, being completely hidden from view
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Thank you for your beautiful entry, Josephine
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