My friend Tara

Meet my friend Tara.

she is very nice,

she drinks tea till her fingers are wrinkly,

and steals roses from gardens.

She loves all things wild and beachy

and cackles and becomes whimply at the slightest gust of wind.

She casts spells and has the dearest blackest little cat you have ever seen.

Her room is matchbox small and filled to the brim with interesting things.

In her house is always open and welcoming.

The door is never closed, nor the walls attached for that matter.

It is filled with kind and beguiling people,

most of whom just tuned up and never left.

She is a true english Rose,
who's parallels to Elli from Girls in Love are numerous.

Her back up career is a mad cat lady.

She falls in love with many boys, 

most of whom fall instantly back, 

or get tangled in her copious hair.

She brims with fairytales,

but is much to fiercely indipendent and humour-full to pass as a princess.

She is very much a Brier-Rose

but one that has become wild an tangled and full of birds nests.

She 

is 

a 

lovely

witchy 

friend.