The subject might seem morbid, but hey, life can get pretty morbid from time to time. And there is poetry to be found in sadness and loss.
I was on a walk with a friend of mine when we stumbled across this children’s cemetery. We were up on the edges of Enfield in London were there are many parks and old manor houses and golf courses to be found. As we just aimlessly explored, with no map – not even google maps! – and no destination in mind we discovered Lavender Hills cemetery. A large cemetery arranged in areas along some rolling hills and surrounded by trees.
Set aside from the rest of the cemetery, there was a section for children. It was sweet and sad and oddly magical. It was full of flowers and toys, colourful windmills and little angels. It was like a ghostly nursery, and as I said, it was both intensely sad and very poetic.
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