In the autumn of
the last year when I
felt the need
to know everything
I had the power
to turn gardens into
conquer entire worlds
by the side of a privet hedge
and steer the journey
of a legend
with the tip of
Until one day,
at Grandma Simpkin's
house, where I had
colonised the edge
of a lily pond at the
foot of her garden.
It was to be the harbour from
which I would launch
an assault into a
neighbouring land, and
as I prepared my army to
embark on a voyage
dirty green ocean,
I slipped and
the putrid, filthy
around and cried for someone
to save me, but
my battalions stood mute
and immobile and
watched my struggle
with moulded plastic
As my nostrils and mouth
filled up, I screamed and
spluttered, as a
panic swept over
me, a feeling I had never
and then a hand grabbed
my wrist and
pulled me out.
As I stood
by her fire, naked and
shivering under a blanket,
trying to shake
all the bits of weed
out of my head,
I began to understand
At some point in my life,
and there was nothing
I could do about it.
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