For three days in a sodden hotel in Dorset
I shared a razor with my mother.
Her dark blonde hair looked white
lying across mine, making X shapes
and diamonds in the black scratch
between the two prickling blades.
At the back of the gap: a rough fuzz, a knot
like a clump of dust . All mine –
hers, where it fell through,
was too pale and fine to see.
Author notes
I'll add a title as soon as I can think of a decent one...
A contest entry
- (#184) prompt contest ~ no rules by daviscth.
400 points, ended January 9, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Women Only (prewites welcome) by Danna Hobart.
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Comments
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I like the tone and the images, even though I don't know what it is about. Thank you very much for entering.
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The title alone is enough to lure the reader in. The correct age really doesn't matter, but your message was loud and clear. thank you for the entry.
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