Words by Ally Moulis & Art by Chloe Farrington
The sky was navy when it snowed
A rush of swirling white,
The girl was sleeping quietly
In a bed with blankets tight.
Her window left a crack ajar
Let in an icy breeze,
It slithered over sill and ledge;
Trespasser through the trees.
A snowflake small and steady
Floated through the open slit,
And danced into her dreaming mouth
Her cheeks and bones moonlit.
Down her throat it flew until
It reached her inner caves of red
And there it lodged its body;
Drop of cold in fleshy bed.
In the morning when she woke
An icicle had grown,
Within her lung was stalactite;
If only she had known!
Feeling nothing but a gentle pain
She plucked from bowl and stalk
A cherry sweet and plump and ripe;
Sucked between her jaw.
The season changed and spring began
Its splendid warm descent
Upon the timber house wherein
The girl lay quite content.
And as the melting sword of ice
Dripped like a metronome
It watered the last cherry seed
Swallowed, stuck and sewn.
As months passed by the girl soon found
That from her head had grown
A cherry tree with branches
And leaves of its very own.
Unalarmed and unperturbed
She stood among her sister trees
And plucked from her own arms
Sweet fruit and spat the seeds.