a yoga girl at twelve
you’re sitting cross-legged on your bed
trying to visualize your classmates
locked out by the pandemic
forced to communicate
listening through phoney screens
you’re so missing their essence
just a hint of their real scent
they’re a wild flowers bouquet
you’re all wild
you’re one wild flower
standing on each other’s shoulders
desperate acrobats
and you miss each other’s subtle missives
boosting who you really are
a yoga girl at twelve
dreaming your inner classmates
aiming to give them self-esteem
adding the final touch
imagining
Layla golden dandelion
you’ll blow her stuffy glory
and find a fluffy angel’s story
Abdul sparkling blue periwinkle
you’ll paint his wizard’s cloak
with a whizzing starlight sprinkle
Serena sweetbriar shy
silk half hidden in the sand
you’ll show her the power of the rose pink sky
Mei-Mei purple common mallow
you’ll tell her to be visible
a flower tower to follow
Daniel scarlet pimpernel
you’ll tell him to save himself
for a grey rainy day
Holly green-flowered helleborine
you’ll tell her she’s fine
being just green
a yoga girl at twelve
colourbreathing
fast asleep to the music
of their fragrant chatty souls
Vera Kelgart (with tantric twin crystal ‘Hope’) 2021
