The Wild Hair
Some people claim
It was the impetus
For them to
Skydive
Travel
Get a tattoo
Buy a sports car
Purchase the expensive shoes
But for me
That silver streak of lightning
Flashing from crown
Through follicle
And skull
Into grey matter
Created a fire
Made thunder clatter
That wild hair
Made me
Not care
That it was there
6 thoughts on "The Wild Hair"
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I really enjoyed this
Yes! <3
Like the connection of gray ? or white ? streak as wild hair and not seeing it as beginning of end!
Just wait until the hares start replicating…
Love it. Especially “That silver streak of lightning/Flashing from crown/Through follicle/And skull”
Excellent poem. You go, girl!