Your Hair

Your spun copper hair

Swirls, an auburn coriolis,

And beneath the circular flow

A storm’s mascara’d eye

Watches me circle, too,

Like we’re spinning down

Banks of the whirlpool,

Centrifugal, that Wall of Death

My favorite poet called

The nearest thing to being alive,

Or perhaps Charybdis

In the Strait of Messina,

For you could easily be

My beautiful naiad

Or an angel — obvious —

As cirrus clouds fly

Closest to Heaven.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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2 Responses to Your Hair

  1. Scottish Author and Poet Kirsty Grant says:

    Wonderful imagry

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