The tortoise and my hair

A poem that includes the words: Arms, Cheeks, Toes, Chest, Face, Hair and Head.

She said “get yer comb love, you’re about to get pulled”,

and before I knew it we were sharing a bed.

One morning, as she laid in my arms,

I said to her,

“don’t you think it’s interesting,

that as each second passes

we are literally growing up together?”

Then all of a sudden the colourful glow in her cheeks

washed away and her toes curled

as her body tightened up to the point

where it felt uncomfortable for her

to stay draped over my chest.

So she sat up, looked at my face and pulled the one grey hair out of my head.

After my initial “ouch” and the “what did you do that for?”

she opened her mouth and said “I did it because

I don’t want to us to grow up together”.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Really love this!
I adore the fragility it has as well as the harshness! lol
Beautifully composed hon and drifts the reader to places they need to venture! lol
Awesome
xx

[CrashDavis47]

nice. different but i like it.

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LOL - love the authors note..good old english pulling techniques!! This brought a smile to my face...thinking about the intricacies of relationship...

[Poetic Shambles]

Anyone from England or familiar with the English phrase "get your coat love, you've pulled" will possibly be able to make sense of the first line. If not, it simply means "get your coat because I want to take you home with me".