Ode to the Wild Tresses

Friendship

Ode to the Wild Tresses
I stand before the mirror’s chrome, a forest at my crown—
Each curl a twisted vine, each strand a stubborn root.
They coil like rivers spilling over cliffs of bone,
And in their tangled sighs I hear the stories I’ve sewn.
Please don’t cut my thick curly hair—
let it stay the untamed bramble that guards my skin,
the amber sunrise that crowns my mornings,
the midnight storm that crowns my nights.
For in those loops lie secret maps of who I’ve been:
the playground’s laughter, the whispered lullaby,
the rebel’s chant that cracked a silent room,
the lover’s sigh that curled around my spine.
A razor’s bite would be a winter’s frost,
a clean line that steals the fire from the woods,
leaving only the faint echo of a meadow,
where once the wind sang through a thousand arches.
So spare the scissors, spare the blade—
let every coil remain a promise, not a promise broken;
let every curl be a promise kept, a pledge to grow,
a banner raised for all the days I dare to be whole.
In the mirror I’ll watch the world swirl,
but my curls will stay the galaxy that spins,
each spiral a star, each curl a constellations’ line—
and I will wear them, fierce and free,
until the sun itself forgets to set.
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  • Katie B.

    Enjoyable read, clever write. We women are particular about our hair.

    • Friendship

      I appreciate you stopping by and reading my poem. But in all fairness, I really don't spend time on my thick curly hair. My mother embraced it my whole life for me. I just put it up, braid it, and let it do its own thing. I can't see wasting time on something I can't see behind my head.😂

    • sorenbarrett

      Memories in locks, remembrances in curls, tresses of the past, a history in hair. Lovely write my friend

      • Friendship

        Well, Sorenbarrett, I appreciate you stopping by and reading my poem, even though it was a girly thing. You're the first brave man to comment, but in all due fairness, I appreciate your kind words very much.👍

        • sorenbarrett

          You are most welcome. I don't see hair as a girly thing. Sampson lost his and his strength.

          • Friendship

            So true, my friend,😊

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            My friend, this is powerful…the wild tresses as forest, fire, storm, and starlit map of who you’ve been. The poem holds both softness and defiance, ending with that radiant image of a galaxy that refuses to dim. Truly beautiful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

            • Friendship

              Thanks, Tristan, I appreciate you stopping by and reading my poem.and your kind words.

            • Paul Bell

              Strangely enough, I was at the hairdressers today.
              The stories you get there are brilliant.
              I once cut my hair myself, a sort of emergency cut, you might say, to impress this girl.
              She sure was impressed as she backed out the bar at a rate of knots.

              • Friendship

                I appreciate you stopping by and reading my poem, Paul



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