Wednesday 5 March 2014

A poem for my friend, Alana

The rainbow girl has grown used to the stares
They merely bounce off her back
And she shines brighter
Tattooed tales of the impossible
Dance from neck to toe
Pigs fly and prison bars burst open
Healing comes
Freedom reigns
Children swing from violet dreadlocks
And hide laughing in her patchwork skirt
An orphaned kitten perches atop sun speckled shoulder
Orange clashes pink
She skips life in bare feet
Crumbles earth beneath her toes
An olive tree grows
Shelters a weary stranger awhile
Chocolate eyes melt into a grin
Filling the garden with light
She is a firework
And heaven is her home

1 comment:

Adele said...

Wow! She sounds amazing and the words you've given her are beautiful.