29wiry legs,
daisy hair.
Her eyes are star mist
her mouth river weed,
ivory skin.
She is spinning
whirling
twirling
slippers made of drying mud.
Sunburnt arms
whispering blackberry juice.
Rowan twigs are caught
to the hem of her skirt,
willow leaves are gently
entwined with her ribbons.
Her smile is morning dew,
pale and sweet.