Sun On My Hair

This is new today, I wrote it for class to hand in with my portfolio, but it came out really naturally and I enjoyed writing it! So I thought I'd share...

My copy of Watchfiends and Rack Screams

Dog-eared and dirty in the corners,

Sits atop my digital decoder, 

And under a birthday card from my Mo

ther.

Through my window and across my room

Beats the sun on my hair.

That frame, hand made,

The sequins from a pair of old satin

shoes.

The figures, my family,

Although they are not my relatives.

Behind the photographer, and past squinting eyes,

Beats the sun on my hair.

Good day, green tea

Yoga on the lawn, that sound, drifting

Of you plucking the metal strings

And my voice to our

songs.

That day I bought new shoes,

And you said they were lovely.

The smell your freshly laundered clothes

And the sound of the busy Parisians.

The slit in the too-short curtains lets a in tail that licks our covers and our faces, 

and through it,

Beats the sun on my hair.