Memories of Snow

My First Haircut

My First Haircut

White as a winter lawn,
my Grandmother's bedspread
lay beneath me
and the Montgomery Ward spring catalogue.

Paper dolls
clipped carefully
from the catalogue's shiny pages
rested in neat piles,
waiting to be dressed in new outfits.

My auburn tresses
combed back from my face
tempted the silver scissors
to create bangs.

Gathering my severed locks
into a neat pile
I placed the Ward's catalogue
on top of them.

White as a winter lawn,
my Grandmother's bedspread
lay beneath me
and the Montgomery Ward spring catalogue.

Poet's Note: ▼

I wrote this in Qawl 153 B.E. It is an account of my first haircut, which I did myself.