On the hills I am barefoot, ankles rainbow-strung
with friendship, picking through scree.

In the streams I gather my skirts in
smiles, hug baby to my hip, sing to the fishes.

In the valley I bathe in shade, stuff pockets
with berries, practise echoes.

In the forest I birth fire in hollows
spark leaves to life, humming like wind.

In the clouds I am a paper swan,
worries gather, silent as rain.

Marie lives with her husband, three sons and their ankle-biting cat. She walks in the nearby fields and writes in the shed. Marie writes poetry and flash fiction and thinks longingly about finishing her middle grade novel. She likes strong milky tea and people who say thank you. Marie is part of Team Sledge at Sledgehammer Lit and is on Twitter @jamsaucer.