Folded Foils

Foil Flora

She kept the tattered books because she knew the stories so well

They picked her up whenever she fell.

The plotting, the plundering

Got her through the lightening and thundering.

The worlds created let her escape

Through Secret Gardens or with a musketeer’s cape.

What fragments of foil she could collect

She would reconnect

Into flowers and swords

Tucked in between words

So when by chance there was a window sill or shelf

She could unfold the garden and blades she made for her elf.