Braided ladder, thick as rope,
Draped over back or shoulder
Falling freely, a lustrous slope
Bouncy in a pony holder
Coiled and twisted in a bun
Pinned and hairsprayed into place
Tangled flag behind a run
Frames or hides or whips my face
Accidental catcher of crumbs and snow
Years and years shampooed, brushed, grew
Steady, scissors, make no haste
To clear this curtain past my waist
Sentimental regret, but it’s time you go
Kind of exciting
Snip, snip.
It’s gone.
Just like that?
Boo hoo.
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I will cut my hair one of these days, and it will feel like this.
Thanks for reading,
thebookybunhead
You captured the thoughts exactly. That’s how I felt when I finally cut my waist-length hair – and I was 49 then!
Yes, cutting my long hair a few years back made me realize how personal it can be.
Love the lines, “Falling freely, a lustrous slope
Bouncy in a pony holder”
Love this! And the photo just adds more impact.
Personally I love to get my hair cut hehe 🙂
I have to keep my hair long for ballet, I feel like I would enjoy shorter hair (it looks great on you by the way), it’s just I’m so used to it being the length it is now.
I like this one a lot. It is playful and emotional all at the same time. Nicely done!
Believe me it’s like a break up. It is hard. I have written a similar thing because i just cut my permed hair. I love how you captured it in the poem
I’ve been growing my hair to donate, and it’s now at a pretty unmanageable length so hopefully it won’t be as heartbreaking as I think it will be!
I agree once its for a good course it wont be heartbreaking.