And then, she grows

By Gabriella Niles-Ewen

Fallen from a flower,

The seed begins to grow.

From a tiny timid seedling

To a beautiful red rose.

Sprouting in the green hills

Upon the highest mount,

She watches over the

Meadow, with her roots

Deep in the ground.

Where the wind gently

Whispers and the birds

Sing away, she looks

Beyond the horizon at

The closing the day.

The warm glow gently

Touches her, growing

Her to the best she can

Be: a flower who’s thorns

Can finally set her free.

She watches the moon

Rise and welcomes the

New day, waving goodbye

To her old ties so she can

Finally find her way.

Gabriella Niles-Ewen is a BA Film Studies student at King’s College London. She is a dreamer, thinker and proud feminist. Her passions include writing, photography and theatre. You can find her on Instagram @gabne (personal) and @hidinginthedarkroom (photography). More work: https://gniles.wixsite.com/portfolio