Dreaming about spring

 

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Spring Blossom by Nick

Whenever I think of spring it reminds me of visiting the University town of Oxford in England.

Described as the ‘city of dreaming spires’ by poet Matthew Arnold, because of the amazing architecture of the university buildings. 

It’s an inspiring place; author Lewis Carroll wrote his famous novel Alice in Wonderland here in 1862.

The story is based on a girl called Alice who follows a white rabbit into a rabbit hole and arrives in wonderland.

During her adventure she goes to a mad tea party in chapter seven, or more popularly know as the Mad Hatters tea party.

Have you ever imagined what it would be like to fall down a rabbit hole and explore wonderland for yourself? Inspired by the tea party; I’ve written my own short story based on this idea.

Two Versions of an Amazing Dream by Nick 

A strong smell of tarmac rises from the ground. 

“Yes, that blue teapot tastes good, its made from blue chocolate!” 

From a car window a teacup is thrust out,

“Lovely tea dear, one sugar or two?” 

The ground is hazy, full of green, large, grass; it smells fresh.

Food spread over the grass; doughnuts with jam, pies covered in cream and a red jelly cake with a palm tree in the middle.

A recognisable face dressed as a orange bear eating pies. Cream all over his face. A clown face looks directly at her and disappears in clouds of cream. 

“Pies everywhere I go; I can see pies raining from the sky” Cream covers her, she can feel it on her nose.

Jane looks again at a large pillow. She is awake.

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As Jane walks along in the park a stranger rushes up to her and says

“Yes that blue china teapot tastes good, you have a similar one to mine, it was made of blue chocolate. All I can say is it tasted good, when can you bring me another to try?”

A car pulls up next to Jane, the window winds down and a passenger passes her a cup of tea.

 “Lovely tea, dear, one sugar or two?”

Jane’s vison blurs, she shuts her eyes, opens them, and notices in front of her a mass of green, huge blades of grass. 

She is laying on the grass now and in front of her is an amazing picnic. Doughnuts oozing with jam, pies covered in cream, and a red jelly cake in the middle decorated with a pineapple. 

Her friend’s face is visible. He seems to have turned into a giant orange bear and he is hungrily tucking into a pie, covering him in cream. Next to him an inflatable clown snatches the cream pie from his hands and hurls it into the air. The clown shouts 

“Pies, Pies everywhere I go, I can see pies raining from the sky” 

The cream lands all over everything. Jane notices a large blob of cream on the end of her nose. She tries to wipe it off with a tissue and finds she can’t.

Jane moves her head and looks down at a large pillow, she is lying in bed and has woken up. What a crazy dream, did I really dream that!

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Visit to Fountains Abbey

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Fountains Abbey Photo by Nick 

My contribution to World Poetry Day is set in Fountains Abbey, Ripon, North Yorkshire.

Visit to Fountains Abbey

Long distances we have travelled,

To experience this monastic splendour,

As we arrive, on this warm September day,

Pausing at the visitor centre,

Route mapped out by a welly clad woman,

Our journey starts on its final descent,

We are unaware of what lies ahead,

Into view appears an amazing sight,

A magnificent ruined abbey,

Explorers we become at last,

Amongst colossal columns and Gothic arches,

Reaching up with dizzying heights,

Shards of brilliant white sunlight,

Shine through vast windows,

Suddenly a flock of Jackdaws take flight,

Circling the tower in swathes of blackness,

Beyond a backdrop of brilliant blue sky,

Happiness engulfs our being,

Is it possible we are experiencing reality?

Or dreaming?

Poem by Nick

For more information about visiting this world heritage site, have a look at the link below.

Fountains Abbey National Trust website

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Fountains Abbey Photo by Nick