Going Au Naturel
by Laurie Kolp
One morning I opened my eyes
and much to my surprise
discovered a wad
of platinum blonde hair—
oh, what a messy tress—
nested on my pillow
which caused concern enough for me
to dash to bathroom. I flipped
out when I looked in the mirror
and saw a chunk of hair
missing right beside my face as if
jilted hair stylist snuck in at midnight
and butchered my hair. Perhaps
I fried my hair, I thought, when
dying it myself at home with hopes
of saving money. I vowed
to let my hair grow out
mousy brown, even though
my eyes look greener with blonde hair.
At least I’d set a good example
for my daughter who dips
the ends of her beautiful hair
in red Kool-Aid.
PHOTO: The author with fried hair.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I was able to let my hair grow out process-free long enough to donate my ponytail to Strands of Strength, and I plan on doing it again before my hair turns gray.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Laurie Kolp, author of Upon the Blue Couch (Winter Goose Publishing, 2014) and Hello It’s Your Mother (Finishing Line Press, October 2015), serves as president of Texas Gulf Coast Writers and secretary of the local chapter of the Poetry Society of Texas. Laurie’s poems have appeared in Avalon Literary Review, Crack the Spine, Concho River Review, Scissors & Spackle, Pirene’s Fountain, and more. She lives in Southeast Texas with her husband, three children, and two dogs. Laurie recently returned to teaching after a 14-year hiatus.
AUTHOR’S PHOTO CAPTION: Fried hair no longer, all the same length.
Lovely write, Laurie! I surely enjoyed reading it and it painted a smile on my face. Well-done
Thank you, Sofia!
I have never dyed my hair. My girls are about the only ones their age who haven’t either. One time someone asked my daughter what hair color she uses, she told her none this is my natural color. Because of this and the fact she’s never permed or even curled/blown dried it, she had a very nice long/thick about of hair to donate to wigs for kids.
It started of as a few highlights and escalated. I’m so happy to be done with it.
Oops ! ; ) Strands of Strength, Locks of Love…. Wonderful organizations !