Pearlescent

my sisters and I
         were never cut out
for the nunnery

we're too wild     too free     too fashionable

we crave colour
          and cannot be constrained
by black habits – or even good ones

we run through fields and meadows
         scattering seeds
and inhibitions

we pick magic mushrooms
         and dance in the cloud
full petticoats our parachutes

we wave no fond farewells
          to those who would tame us

our only vows     to each other
          and mother nature
whose love
          makes us shine