By Sherin Shefik
May I just say that
Your outfit changes this year
Have been absolutely fabulous.
I loved the way you dressed
Draping fine white platinum jewellery
All over your body
And coating icing sugar dust
All over your densely packed twigs.
Girls looked up to you
As their style icon
As they wandered beneath
Your fairy blossom
And waited for brother wind to blow
Your white jewels into their long hair
Healing their young green hearts
As you serenaded them with your
prolifically flowery and sun-filled perfume.
Effortlessly transitioning to summer
You trailblazed that
light, healthy, medicinal salad vibe
With your deeply lobed leaves
In not one, not two, but three
Lobes pointed with just a few
Tiny teeth near the apex
And a few tufts of
Perfectly straight silky hair.
When you were pregnant with berries
Knocking the socks off
Chanel and Dior’s designer lipstick stand
With your shape-shifting shades of autumn
Showing off your versatility
From the darkest of bloodshot red
To puckered kiss
To divine wine
To roasted red
All the way through to darkening maroon
And mad for mauve.
You generously provided
That motherly feast for your
Countless blue tit and robin fans
That were non-stop pestering you
For a twiggy autograph.
You let the birds messily
That berry-licious smoothie
Smug with your cleverly hidden
Hard cased seed in the centre
So your lipstick babies
Will be birthed everywhere and anywhere
Just in time for Fasion Week next year.
And in winter
You walked down that dramatically lit catwalk
Covered in countless sharp spikes
Etching your epic silhouette
In the twilight sky.
Powerful in your vulnerability
Showing the world how you are
Getting ready to birth Spring again.
And the only hint of red in this winter season
Was the blood of those that
Pricked their finger
On your thorns
As you warned them that
Was not for the taking…