it calloused her heart

brightly coloured; turqoise

yellow, magenta, which she 

shapes into large blooms of petals

for bargain-hunting tourists

who see her flowering heart

its puppets its petals

yet her small white haired maiden

wearing a red apron, who hides behind 

her stall in the market

who sits and remembers running with 'he' acquaintances

As a girl leaping over hills and mountains

to fill a mind full of loneliness

with happiness.

singing sweet narcissa

saying nothing but;

NARCISSA