Treasure Island

Margaret Alice

(The Crystal Age / Pretoria - South Africa)

A Molested Porcupine On My Head


Regarding the daily disintegration of my bad haircut
in awed astonishment, the moth-eaten ends forming
the outline of a badly battered mop

No amount of hair-spray, coaxing and determined blow-
waving can save the mutilated hair from resembling a
molested porcupine nestling on my head

Even greater my fascinated discovery that hubby thinks my
hair looks good, I made five backward somersaults in my
shock at his heresy, how strange the world

That he should like my Last-Of-The-Mohicans outline today,
I suppose I’m not a crocodile any more, more an electrified
hedgehog from now on...

Submitted: Saturday, November 01, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, April 14, 2009

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