The Gwen Stefani fan has her hair dyed Jean Harlow platinum blonde,
A Beyonce lookalike is a goddess with her curls,
Grey streaks on a 60 year old are now honey blonde,
She flirts with her stylist twitching her pearls.
Brunette lustrous locks captivate all around.
A redhead is a breathtaking vision with her beautiful bridal hair,
The Hairdressers is a hub of frenzied activity,
Tinted highlights heal a client distraught from an affair.
Witty conversations fill the hair salon,
With lavender hair, the artist seeks comfort from her unhappy life,
Women are transformed into their icons of beauty,
Herein lies the Hairdressers a spiritual haven from the modern world and it's strife.
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Author:
FineBul (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 25th, 2017 14:11
- Comment from author about the poem: I am in the hairdresssers on a regular basis. The lengths that women go to in order to look their best. Today I went to the hairdressers. Here are my thoughts on hair salons/hairdressers. Enjoy. FineB
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Comments3
I do enjoy your work - it is different and refreshing and so well written. Looking forward to more.
Many thanks Michael.
Much appreciated.
I am honoured that you like my poems.
Keep writing
FineB
Yes, it can be interesting to see the various women that come into a hairdressers shop, all with their own preferred style and stories. Great write FineB.
Hi Accidental Poet,
Many thanks.
Glad
you liked it.
Keep writing
FineB
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