Foxglove by Bethan Hay

She dances in the wind
with a body made of skirts.
Shaking her pink skirts for
Anyone
who will watch, and
appreciate her,

she hopes.

Endlessly
swaying
but her time to shine,
before she begins to
fade and whither,
is short.
So endlessly is not so long.

She climbs higher,
higher,
higher,
trying to be the tallest,
trying to be known

for anything more
than shaking her skirts.

………………..

Bethan Hay lives an island life in Orkney. She was recently selected to join MumWrite, a mentorship programme funded by Arts Council England.

Twitter: @bethanhay_