by Boudica Gast
Wildflower – there are wild things around you
a tangle of thistles and a web of thorns
now you can’t go outside, like the gloom-monger warns
well, what do you know?
now you can’t get your space to grow
between the growing gloom
of the claws and the fangs
of the force of the forest and
the panic of the ant gangs.
Wildflower – what do you know?
not much more than the radio
not much – if you let it wilt you too
there are wild things growing around you
and there –
in the undergrowth
the glowing eyes of the mulberry, marmalade monster
under your bed
in your closet
in your head –
a blank space in your scheme of things
these lonesome days the night-time brings.
Wildflower – do you know
Where there’s rays of sunshine
you can grow.
you be yours and i be mine,
lonesome between the brambles and the briars
but blooming on the snow line.
Well, what do you know?
there you go –
through the thistles and the thorns
we’re better and bright
you’ll be alright.
Boudica Mae Gast, Class of 2020, is a Literature major from Voorburg, the Netherlands.