Flower Sprigged Isolation

Another day

Sky so blue it hurts

I stare out of the window

Dream of the other life

My family living down the valley

visiting days

baking days

laughing days

Little house in the Cwm days

Skipping through sheep shit fields

in cotton lawn dresses

flower sprigged, billowing

light against my dark

All fantasy

conjured in this,

my splendid isolation.

Iron

I want to iron their days level
smooth them into tedium
flatten them to monotony
turn their highs to lows
their days into night
I want to squash their ugly thoughts
and then just maybe,
mayhaps, perhaps
make their lives into hers
just for the day.

The 'popular girls' (you know who you are)