inner classmates

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