“Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.”
– Kahlil Gibran
” I’m not offended by all the dumb-blonde jokes because I know that I’m not dumb. I also know I’m not a blonde.”
– Dolly Parton
“Long hair is considered bohemian, which may be why I grew it, but I keep it long because I love the way it feels, part cloak, part fan, part mane, part security blanket.”
– Marge Piercy
cheveux
first appears as down
changing on her own
to anemic gold
braided, ponytail,
teased, bleached,
coiffed
losing her virginité
to clairol
at thirteen – noir
anything was better
than blonde
in those days anyway
teased, sprayed, curled
which never lasted
permanents: a study in frizz
pulled, yanked,
the rope he drug her by
cut over and over
not always by choice
re-cast as RED (more than once)
post divorce
a middle age frosting
decked out for sons wedding
she appears grey
as it grows out
the greys are few
you must look close
thin, fair, straight
shiny
fringed to the lash
imprisoned
by a clip
for her crimes
bisous,
léa
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In life we are often perverse … I recall my dark-haired sister dying her hair blonde at 13 years old and she’s been blonde ever since; natural blondes dye their hair black; we go for red when traumatised … straight wishes for curls, curls wish for straight …
Great post, Lea, superb reflective (?) poem – love the way you link it to Gibran and the other quotes above. Specially like the final lines ‘imprisoned / by a clip / for her crimes’, works in so many ways
Thank you for your kind comments. Once again, congratulations on your award.
By the way, the idea for the poem came from a recent “spark” on Sandy Ackers’ Blog, CREATIVE BURSTS. I believe in giving credit where it is due.
Fascinating where our sparks come from, there’s an interesting post from Lightening Droplets: http://lightningdroplets.wordpress.com/2012/03/12/prompt-myths-in-new-places/ take a look, I may have a go at it later 🙂
I especially like the way in which this one is written; the rhythm of it.
Merci bien!
Léa
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