At five-to-eleven Rosella flew in
to a magical garden where time stands still.
With five giant statues of fairy-tale folk
and two silver fountains that sang and then spoke.
Eleven big books that could read for themselves
surrounded by flowers and mischievous elves.
Eleven days later he flew out again
and found that the time was exactly the same.
“Still ten fifty-five?” he said with a grin
“In that case, I may as well do it again!”
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #21
Celia said: Your photo looks like a place where time stands still … At the moment, there doesn’t seem to be enough time in the day for all the things that need to be done. Having somewhere beautiful to go, where time stands still, sounds like a fantastic solution. I’m imagining it right now.