the scent of argan oil, of pungent earth
Warmed between glistening palms
Ease through dampened curls —
Pull taut the strands with practiced ease and lace,
Over and under, warp and weft,
A perfect, shining plait.
Lethargy creeps; arthritic and insidious
To claw and snag and snap dead-ends;
My hair a static cloud, a white-noise halo,
A hornet’s nest alive and angry,
A vengeful snare of knots and tangles
Laying waste to fragile fingers.
I touch, with reverent fingers, tangles
Like wild bramble growing unrestrained
Beneath cool-shade canopies;
The green-earth smell of argan remembers
Tender hands taming unruly tendrils, promises
Roses once again among the thorns.
Day 1 Prompt: “I’d like to challenge you to write a self-portrait poem in which you make a specific action a metaphor for your life – one that typically isn’t done all that often, or only in specific circumstances. For example, bowling, or shopping for socks, or shoveling snow, or teaching a child to tie its shoes.”