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“A Strand of Hair”

This week’s Indie Ink Challenge comes from MyPlaidPants. The challenge:

“The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.” – Henry Miller // Write about one moment where you gave close attention to something and how it became a mysterious, awesome and indescribably magnificent world in itself.

Of course, this wouldn’t be a challenge if it wasn’t hard, and this was definitely hard for me. I couldn’t think of something small that became a world unto itself.  Or at least nothing came to me immediately. When this happens, I usually just pay closer to attention to what the universe has to say. This time, I found inspiration on my Facebook wall. Someone very close to me wrote a beautiful message for my birthday. We’ve loved each other since we were children. Memories came racing back and the following fell on the page.  It’s based on one particular thing that was important to her, and that eventually became something empowering.

Please feel free to comment or leave feedback. Thanks again to MyPlaidPants for the challenge!


A strand of hair, thin and brown,
Sits here and there upon her head,
Each fell quickly and quietly.

Strands of hair, thick and black,
You cascade down the length of my back,
Your ends like fingertips tickling my waist.

She gathers you into three chunks,
Twisting one up and over the other,
Tying you below the nape of my neck.

I feel the soft, cold kiss of metal on my skin.
I squish my eyes and press my lips
and with a few snips, you snap off.

I swing around slowly to face her,
Her sunflower hat already in one hand,
You, gripped tightly in the other.

She places you next to the strands she has left,
Turns her head this way and that in the mirror,
And a smile sweeps across her 8-year old face.


You can see Jan’s response to my challenge here. Want to join in on the fun? Click here for more info on the Indie Ink Challenge. Thanks for reading, and happy writing!



This week’s Indie Ink Challenge comes from Supermaren. The challenge: go to the Shops at Columbus Circle, take a picture of a bronze sculpture, and write a piece about it.

The sculptures are actually Dali, which I had seen a few weeks ago. Since I also wanted to work on a rondeau, I decided to write one inspired by the Dalinian Dancer. My  picture doesn’t do the sculpture justice, but it symbolizes the intensity and passion of dance in general and of course flamenco specifically.

Some quick words on the rondeau. It is a poem comprised of three stanzas with the following scheme:

a/a/b/b/a/refrain (the first word or phrase of the poem becomes the refrain).

I think I will continue to work on this poem. Thoughts and feedback are always appreciated! And you can check out Sir’s response to my challenge here.



For every step on the wooden stage, I must let all lay bare,
But I sometimes hesitate when I find that he is there,
When the incessant cries of the guitar and violin
Mercilessly drag out the truth for all to see my sin:
That he remains in me, and I am unwilling to share.

His red flower still gathers the crinkles in my hair,
Sliding down with each ruffle that I whisk through the air.
My body remembers the caress of his fingertips on my skin
For on the stage there is no end to our love affair.

I raise my heart to the heavens and begin my prayer:
Floreos fervently flick away remnants of my despair,
I stomp and twist to release the demon deep within,
Hear the rain of hair pins smatter the floor as I spin
Only to open my eyes and see that he is everywhere,
For on the stage there is no end to our love affair.

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