The fiery flame of your hair
declares you.
You flash with fury and
unleash lashes of your tongue.
Light catches
in the disapproving flips
of your flickering locks,
We witness your scorching glare.
Viewed from a distance,
a bonfire is a beautiful thing
and I occasionally enjoy ginger snaps
while watching the fire.
.
.
Ah, it’s a stereotype, I know, but sometimes folks walk right into their cliché and live there.
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Even if – like my daughter – she does not have ginger hair!!!
🙂
Reminded me of Plath’s “Out of the ash/ I rise with my red hair/And I eat men like air”
Oh yes! I don’t recall that poem, but I see the connection. Thanks for sharing!
The poem is “Lady Lazarus” 🙂
Oh, of course!
Thanks, Rosh.
The flames occasionally leap outward. I take it you are being aware.
lol
They do! They seek and they devour!
Your words roll of my tongue like the waters of a mountain stream; refreshing!
Thank you, James!
you’re talking about my granddaughter as well… 🙂
🙂
I suppose stereotypes exist because of the germ of truth, but zowie.
Its beautiful! I absolutely adore your works. 🙂 x
Thanks!
Light catches
in the disapproving flips
of your flickering locks,
We witness your scorching glare.
Viewed from a distance,
a bonfire is a beautiful thing
So, so good…
Thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
My favorite part too!
As a ginger, I resemble that… 🙂 but, not really.
lol
I’m red in the head but not ginger. Mine is a darker hue thanks to L’Oreal Feria!!
The Ginger Man
11 E 36th St
New York, NY 10016
(212) 532-3740
gingerman-ny.com
http://www.gingerman-ny.com/
lol