Aging Blonde

Perhaps I should show this to my hairdresser!

 

 

The casket holds a flaxen curl
with azure slides to style a girl,
organza ribbons pertly tied.

Forgotten memories unfurl –
her teenage topknot clasps a whorl
of mousy tresses, chestnut-dyed.

Now sable’s cursed with silver glints,
adeptly glossed with golden tints.

© capricorn 2020
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Sweetwater

I enjoyed this very much, the rhyme and flow is very pleasing. When I was young and had my long hair cut I kept a pony tail tied at the top, when I look at it now I can’t believe how dark it used to be. 🙂 Sue.

Ionicus

‘Hairy’ moments, Eira. The curls have gone full circle from flaxen, to chestnut, to sable and back to golden (tints).
How fashions change.

Shackleton

My hairstyle has gone from semi-Afro to Sahara desert over the years. Enjoyed your poem. Somehow reminded me of an old song… can’t quite place it.

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