HAIR, the new prompt for Vol's Group, Ravin' InkA Poem by emmajoygreenas above: using the prompt the core of poem or prose poem emmajoygreen, UK, Thursday, 31/10/2024
Born ten minutes apart
a she, a he, a pair - Both less than seven pounds born, long limbed, hair fair She, named Delilah, was this twosome's main light Sam, her brother was darker, and more so at night As babies didn't recognise, their right from its wrong One could scrawl music, the other hum a song But as they grew older their hair longer did grow down to the shoulders, warming when weathered cold snow Aware modern styles, the sister's head was shorn bald but Sam's stayed full lucious whilst Lila's ever cold Time passed by an' Sam's hair still much admired but his twin became envious her mood less desired One night in a fever, she took sheers to cut off his locks but forgot to remember that had gone back the clocks He was out with his buddies to sample pints of beer so zig-zagged his way home hillarious with good cheer Upstairs he crept to find a sad sight, his teddy bears three had been shorn of fur as sis had had a sleepwalking night!
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3 Reviews Added on October 31, 2024 Last Updated on November 5, 2024 AuthoremmajoygreenDorchester, Dorset, United KingdomAboutGhibran, ' To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.' Am more a short story writer than poet. Inspiration welcome. A keen gardener. Love theatre, cinema, the.. more..Writing
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