LADYBIRD DRESS

Image one – a girl in red

Image two – an unmade bed

Image three – a pack of swifts that swirl

Image four – a dancing girl

Dressed now in pink,

She stamps her feet,

Bawling at mum,

Who’s not so sweet.

Grubby fat fingers

Pull at the hem,

Hundreds and thousands, they

Scatter around them

Burst like a firework and

Telling her, ‘yes’

Cry for yourself

In your ladybird dress.

By Lizzie Simner

Lizzie Simner works as a copywriter and lives in Brighton. She writes poetry and short stories in her spare time and has written reviews for Xyzmagazine, Fragmentvsdivision andForbookssake. She likes drinking wine with friends and being by the sea.

 

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