sea froth solid
as cherry blossom
on day one

catching sinister pastels
each in its own
sweet bubble

oiling our beauty
by any means
fair or foul

poem & pic cc by 2.0 Rachel McAlpine

Flaunt it

A washing line with shorts and long braids.
Washing my hair. So there.

I love my hair
because it’s there
not much
as such
but I’m not bare
up there

like you
and I won’t share.
It isn’t fair
and I don’t care
it’s mine
so there!

Photo and poem by rachel mcalpine cc-by-4.0

I saw this remarkable clothes-line last week, and today, out popped a spiteful, Dr Seussy sort of poem.