The Girl on the Witches Hat
The Girl on the Witches Hat
Lone spinner on the flaking Witches Hat
A flashing display of skin flayed from knees
On the girl with the dun hair, long and flat
That barely flinches in the turning breeze
She spies knitted tank tops and patched wide jeans
Proving the skill of women that know how
Who look at her and know the way life leans
The seeds she emerged with are splitting now
Her pleated kilt is stitched tight to her vest
By the nerve centre of her unfurling
Bouncing the ball of high fevered unrest
Some invade the hat, it begins whirling
She emerges unmoved, ready to walk
The line of the hedge, bones porous on chalk
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