Pretty Things

She skips. Sunlight combing her hair, Bright lines through braids. With sweet song notes dancing on lips. She trips. Verdant beds cushion her fall. Tickling her with soft petals and stems, As song turns to laughter. The notes quickly flip. She places her flowery clip, In her hair. blue bloom lightening the air. The smell of dark honey, Leads her away from thoughts of the whip. She giggles, pouncing towards another lily, The two filled the grove, a merry pair. “Hello”. She cups the lilies’ bulb, With hands like leather, Gentle as a feather. She whispers through scarred lips. “Just thought you should know how pretty you are”. 10/13/13