LJ Idol // Week 21 // Open Topic -- Utopia

On an unremarkable summers day, some years in the past (or the future), four dreamers stole cuttings from the Royal Botanical Gardens at Kew. They smuggled them out in their hats and their coats, and hitched a ride out of London, to the country.


From the forest and the tundra, to the dull British grass, they stole away with the botanical globe.
So, far away, they fled to a hill, these botanical thieves with a dream:
And there, they built their perfect world.


A garden city of glasshouses and trees; a map of the world on a hill.
Four dreamers: Built a moat and a wall and closed themselves in.
Time, they said, to begin the world again.



(This is nothing but a myth that twists and twines across the creation of your soul.)
(Did you know that civilisations always fall for the same reasons?)
(That, in the end, it always comes down to sex and money, and want?)


A thousand years or yesterday:
Four dreamers built the perfect world, and shut themselves away.
But then,
They were human.


In the far-off lonely distance, amidst the ruins of perfection, a young woman sits upon the rubble, pulling petals from a daisy.
He loves me.
He loves me not.
He loves me...
But in the silence of a broken world she knows:
Time will come and take it all away.





This weeks entry is an intersection with the brilliant beeker121: you can read her entry for the theme "playing the odds" right here.