The box enfolds a flaxen curl
and azure slides to style a girl,
organza ribbons pertly tied
-- forgotten memories unfurl …
her teenage topknot clasps a whorl
of mousy locks, she’d chestnut-dyed.
Now sable’s cursed with silver glints
… adeptly glossed with golden tints.
------- Author's Notes -------
I wrote this when sorting through my mother's things and I found a box with a fair curl and 2 blue slides that she's kept since I was a little girl.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|barb (184.108.40.206) -- Tuesday, June 27 2006, 02:25 am|
It makes you feel good when you find mementos of you as a kid. good writing thanks for sharing.
|Capricorn (220.127.116.11) -- Tuesday, June 27 2006, 08:07 am|
I found a lot of memories going through Mum's things that will eventually end up in poems.
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