Love Poem: The Day She Cut Her Hair

The Day She Cut Her Hair

THE DAY SHE CUT HER HAIR

Puzzle pieces snapped to make the night
Children slept
She inhaled  intoxicating silence white
Mint tasting
Slight hand captured brush of crested silver
Handed down
Attacked her red head til it quivered
Smiling now
Adored man impatient---flicked eagle gaze
Cruelty based
Her Guts roared  danger--'tis the end of days

“Cut it off” he challenged power dare
She looked down
Sole pride lingered –precious waist-kissed hair
Took a vow
He will leave me now if I refuse
Children cry
Only one thing that she could choose
Nodded head
He dressed quickly and hit the door 
Her eyes closed
She had dreamed this scene and knew the score

Sat there brushing til the break of day
Sun came up
Found her scissors and she snipped away
Hair fell down
Wept in silence as she made her plan
Kids woke up
Clearly needed a life without this man
Swept the floor
Started singing to perk up her day
Breakfast time
Kids to feed and get them on their way



Victoria Anderson-Throop    December 1, 2012    Juja, Kenya   Africa