MY ENCHANTED GARDEN / Poem by Joanna Svensson

Poem by Joanna Svensson

 

MY ENCHANTED GARDEN

Sometimes in my enchanted garden
I hear songs
I hear voices
I hear laughters

Sitting on my staircase
The staircase to my house
I can see quite clearly
Women Dressed in beautiful gowns
With straw hats and parasols

The master painter himself
With his endless pallet
Paints with enchanting colors
A colorful view

It feels like I am part of the fiest
Although I’m actually just sitting here
The faces feel just so familliar
Like other pintings that I have seen
Paintings of others’ gardens – others’ parties
Others’ lives – another epoch

It feels I’ve been here before
Before – in some earlier life
It feels like I – in some earlier lifetime
Was the painters’ favorite model

Sometimes my garden is enchanted
You need no magic – to see once more
It feels like the beams of sunlight
Glides along the leaves of the cherry tree
creates a feeling – just an illusion
An illusion of – a time long passed!

©® Joanna Svensson

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