The Girls of St. Hilda’s

Comforting, somehow,

Liz describes the class reunion.

Every year, school chums

gather like blackbirds in a tree,

singing for just one day

in a far corner of England.

The rest of the year, their faces

float like star dancers

among geraniums and folded socks . . .

–excerpt from “The Girls of St. Hilda’s” in A Light Dusting of Breath by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective/Purple Flag, 2015). First published in After Hours.

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