Primary Work
by Christine Alexandra Day Sherry
St. Toffee
I was walking through a garden of hedge plants, down a row that seemed to flank a the edge of a topiary maze. It was daytime in the summer, the grass was impossibly green, vivid as if it were a synthetic colour like in a video game.
I kept walking forwards towards what at first appeared to be a great hill – surrounded by white hoodoos standing slender and white all around it – the hill as I got closer seemed to have an opening. There were people standing outside the entrance, waiting in line to go inside.
I asked myself where I was, and a phantom voice answered “this is Saint Toffee” and I had a sense that there was a Deity inside the topiary temple. I wandered around for longer in the green splendour, before the dream began to end.
