The landlord told her he would evict her if she did not pay the rent today. She had no money.
Through the town she wandered, weeping, and rolling her long fiery locks around her finger. On a wig shop window she read: ‘We buy red hair. Excellent price.’
‘Should I?’
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Would she dare? A womans crowning glory…then again if you’re broke ..your broke..
Would you dare, rambling mum?
This reminds me of that story about the Christmas gift from O’ Henry. Nice
My interpretation: the key word is ‘locks’, implying her hair is ‘locked’ for her by her – it is precious to her. The fact that she has no money (the context) and the question, ‘should I?’ (the dilemma), brings forward the tension in the poem – should she sell her hair for money in her extremely difficult scenario? This poem is really about questioning what are luxuries and necessities. Excellent work! 😉
Except that it’s not a poem. 🙂
Funny that ! 😉 How I read it as one. 🙂
Where *do* you find all these excellent images? Are you a painter, too?
Oliver Colors, my sweet friend, whose biography I am presently writing, is a moonbeamed painted, and he chooses the paintings for me.
Wonderful. Would love to read it.
I love this, only a women would know the answer
I suspect a bald man might know the answer too!