Sunday, April 3, 2016

Bad Hair Day

Image provided by Magpie Tales

Surely,
this was not
what she looked like
when she went out
the night before?

Definitely not
what was reflected back
in the mirror
when she left 
her hair dresser's chair?

She walked
to the ball
because no way
it would fit 
in her car.

The mirrored
elevator doors 
told her she was stunning
not a hair 
out of place.

But the dark windows
of the diner 
in the predawn
told a different story.
It was a bad hair day.

And all the stares
she garnered
walking home
were not of admiration.

J. Binford-Bell
April 2016


10 comments:

  1. no kidding a bad hair day! I had fun with this too.... Cheers!

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  2. Bad Hair Day...love it and I' m in total agreement.

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  3. A bad hair day for sure...love the tale you painted for us with the photo Jacqui! :-)

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  4. Bad hair day, all right :) Nicely done

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  5. how things change with time. alas, cest la vie

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  6. Oh, so very bad (the hair day, not the words)!!! *smile*

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  7. Love this! Nothing looks quite the same in the morning, perhaps.

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  8. I admire these elevator doors...

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  9. She looks like all the others on the fashion fare way to me!

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