the secret garden

a natural bower
her sacred space
hidden away
from grownups
for deepest rest
she wanted
this
searched for it
her fort
in the woods
mimicked
but she found it
turning inward
it couldn’t be spoiled
that way
teased, ransacked
or taken
her taunting brother
didn’t know
this retreat
safe passage
hers alone

2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.