Golden locks lie quietly in my mind
Glistening mirth with the goddess of time
What in those leafs of the divine
Do I hear laughter in the rhyme!
More giggles trickled into the clock
Infatuation sat cheerfully in the hay
How like ladies we did walk and feign
Down the pages were brown, more black locks
What fun lies in the drawer today
If those years were here to return again
We used to cut our hair and kept it on a page for fun, when I saw those locks, memories came rushing in. Years down the lane, the fun we had then seemed to be locked away, thus this take in Blogging 201 in Poetry in the form of Ode and apostrophe. I don’t know about others, but I seem to be having a rather difficult time picking up poetry again this week, but there is only a few days left when you come to think of it, so I decided still to give it a go, hopefully perseverance will see me through!