No memory of that night

Dark dawn saw

A platinum curl

Knotted into a braid

Furiously worked at untangling

Wanted to smooth it out

Banish you from my once-delight

Held scissors to it

But couldn’t cut

Perhaps a reminder was needed

No more, I repeated,

A mistake with you

Walking among the trees

Leaves caught in my hair

Mirror reflecting my dread

Something pink peeking through

The snarl on my head

Mulberry kiss…

© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Mulberry captured by my hair