Sunday Mornings
Sausage curls cascade
from crown
to shoulders.
Shiny black bouquet
Springy as a nest of Slinkys
A testament to the patience
A bow to the wills
of Black mamas bound for church.
Today’s prompt was "Spiral." Between a recent video I saw, and
a line I used in a short memoir piece, this poem emerged.
You can find links to poems by the 75-plus fine poets from
all over the world by going to the OctPoWriMo Link Up page at https://poetsonthepage.blogspot.com/p/link-up.html
