I took my son to the barbers today, and I sat there and I thought about how it compared to when I was small,
All of the equipment is battery driven, but way back when it was scissors that were usually blunt,
The seat for a child was a plank of wood, but now they have a comfortable seat to make them feel good.
They asked my son about his style, but a long time ago it was just short back and sides.
The tools they use today seems to be all throw away as I look around the shop,
but a long time ago they were sharpened on a long leather strop.
My son got to choose who cut his hair, he chose Rosa, but I had only one choice, old Bob Fenner and I am absolutely certain he charged less than a tenner!
. for public domain
. offered for the innumerable small graves of indigenous children recently discovered
Our most harsh cynics,
with their gaze ever on the shadows,
Hope that Light may someday rise,
and illuminate green meadows.
They dash false hopes that thrive in the shade,
savor truths, cold and grim,
stab at chimeras man has made,
to slither off into the din.
Blades of passing fantasy and Faith,
like ancient barbers drawing blood,
sooth the Spirit of societal woes,
but drain it of its bud.
Don't tell me men don't care about their hair
They care about it even more than girls
As soon as they were open they were there
All queueing round the block with all their curls
Tucked up inside their beanie hats. 'Short back
And sides perhaps, or how about a fade
Or maybe just a trim today?' And whack
A bit of gel on, or a nice pomade
And it is done. He springs up from the chair
And brushes off the hair and pays the bill
(With tip of course), and out into the air
As fresh as baby's breath and dressed to kill
Don't tell me men don't care - I saw the way
They bounced out of the barbers shop today
© Gail Foster 12th April 2021
trust barber with your head
sharp weapons in her hand are tools to help her plan
wont be dead
watch the mirrors
she shapes your looks as best as can
scissors
meanwhile
stay still young man
smile
trust barber with your head
she shapes your looks as best as can
smile
13th placement
Written 28/02/2021
Mohan Chutani’s Minichu on love or hate
syllables and rhyme as per the rules
Children fear a haircut like this child and takes his mother along
When I sat down, my barber made a decree,
"I'll cut your hair in the back if you agree"
Thinking him dim
I looked at him,
And said, "No, up front here is fine with me!"
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