Story Photo: Bad Hair Day

copyright by sara b. healy

The Haircut

I sat down in the chair.
He gave a haughty stare.
He said, I know just what to do.”
I asked, “Can I really trust you?”
He said, “Sure. I’ll fix everything.
Don’t you worry; I’m the hair king!”
I listened to snip, snip, snip,
Waiting for the perfect clip.
Now, my hair hangs uneven
Thanks to a cut by Stephen.*

This poem is loosely based on a Red Writing Hood prompt. The prompt was to write something about hair and I think the idea was to write a story, a character sketch or anything other than what I ended up writing. But sometimes you just have to go where your muse takes you!

Since no story developed, I began a desperate search for a picture to put something up at my site. I found this one and “VOILÀ!”  Somehow, the picture, the prompt and my muse decided to play together. It’s not exactly what Cheryl intended with her Write on Edge prompt,  but I had lots of fun writing this. In addition, I’ve been in that chair many times:~)

What about you?

  • Have you been in a chair like Stephen’s?
  • Care to share any of your stories about hair cuts?

* This poem is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. So, for any of the hair stylists out there named Stephen, this means I’m not talking about you:~)

Note to my readers: 

I will be around the blogosphere off and on in December. My daughter and her husband will soon be visiting from England. As I don’t get to see them very often, I plan on spending as much time as possible with them. I know you will understand:~)

Fun with words

Poor Jane (Best read aloud!)

Everyone thought
She was insane.
Things that were bought
Simply bored her lively brain.
She stole things, but wasn’t caught.
It made her bold — Stole the weathervane
Chickens and coop, she grabbed the whole lot.
The lady had ten sticky fingers she couldn’t contain.
When the circular staircase vanished, Jane got her mug shot!

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This is a writing in response to the above picture prompt from Write on Edge. While it definitely made the word count of 600 words, I’m not sure it’s actually fiction, nonfiction, and it might even be doubtful as poetry, but it was so much fun to write:~)

Sometimes writing should be just that— fun and effervescent. Like blowing up a balloon and watching it float up into the clouds.

I think we, as writers, sometimes forget how much fun it is to finger paint with our words, giving them no great intent or power. Instead, letting them be a splash of colors on white paper; plain and simple, but lots of fun to create:~)


Source of the photograph: Pinterest