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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