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The Fairy Tales In Our Afternoons

There is a door along a hill, set back into the stone with a small flight of stairs to reach it. When I was little I thought this door lead to a wonderland and when my Grandmother took me walking, my sister and I would make up stories about what could be found on the other side and how the magic would work to get us there.

The Ram Steps were narrow and cut down into the rock face. In summer, when the trees were in full leaf, it felt like we were miles from anywhere, descending into dwarven ruins deep beneath the earth. Our secret stairway, hands pressed to the sides to keep our feet from slipping of lead mulch in the Autumn.

In the Bluebell Wood we tracked the old carriage road and peered through the gaps in the hedge and past the Ha Ha into the gardens beyond. We collected conkers from the trees overhanging my Grandmother’s fields and I would imagine a time when great ladies in long dresses would have come sweeping down the pathways just out of my sight.

It is a matter,

of what you can see, not what

is actually there.


Today’s prompt for the Monday Haibun was to write a piece inspired by the theme of walking. Now I’m not much of a walker myself, but growing up in a family where my Grandmother always had a dog, weekends with her meant afternoon walks. I have some very fond memories of making up stories about secret gardens and fairy tales lands with my sisters as we wandered around with my Grandmother. Even as a child I loved to create stories, and I loved to tell people all about them.

Seeing that little door when I go past it still brings me joy. Make sure to click the badge above and check out the rest of the lovely poets at the DVerse Poets Pub. Happy Monday.

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Carol J Forrester is a writer and a history geek. Her debut collection 'It's All In The Blood' came out November 2019. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon.Her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.


  1. What a magical write! that door – how very enticing. And a bluebell wood. This really is a fairy tale come to life. I had so much fun on this walk and want to go again.

  2. This is lovely and sweet — a wonderful memory of your grandma and walking with her. I especially love your haiku to wrap it up.

  3. Such a magical place. You make me want to reach back into my weekend and abandon my responsibilities and take another walk. It sounds like your grandmother made everything wonderful

  4. No photo? !!! Arghh!

    Nearly everyone else has said magical. How about I say instead, masterful! You took us to a place where we saw
    “…what you can see, not what
    is actually there.”

  5. Delightful haibun Carol, what a magic place to be in with a door that lead your imagination to wonderful places I am sure.

  6. This piece conjures deep nostalgia for the magic of childhood, and, personally, the adventures I’d have with my brother and cousins at my own grandparents’ house, years ago. You tapped into something very potent here– the hold nature has on our imaginations. This poem reminds me of the power that well-written poetry has to harness some of that old magic, which we sensed so easily as children, to stir readers’ emotions

    • Thank you, this is such a lovely comment and I’m glad it brought some of your own memories to the surface. My sister was always the first person in my games and stories as a childhood, creating them alongside me, siblings can become the best play mates.

  7. Now that is magical, Carol. Only in England can you find stairs leading to doors in hills!

  8. This is such a lovely way to show your memory of your grandmother and I feel she must be an inspiration to your writing too.

  9. Oh this is lovely. The imagination of the young…..the gentleness and ways of the old. Walking with grandmother and visiting grandparents. Very special memories indeed.

    • Thank you Lillian. My grandmother loves her walks buy growing up on a farm means the outdoors becomes second nature. She always made our weekends so much fun and was keen to encourage Joanna and I to be creative.

  10. “It is a matter,
    of what you can see, not what
    is actually there.”

    ~I love this! Beautifully penned. 😀

  11. This was enchanting and I was so happy to read that the little door was real! What a lure for the imagination.

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