Haïr

image courtesy of ladyspeak

Saboteur

“Red hair, sir, in my opinion, is dangerous.” ~P.G. Wodehouse, Very Good, Jeeves

She’s gentle, sweet and delicate

but priests could ne’er stay celibate

if  they’d but catch a glimpse of her.

She’s ginger; she’s a saboteur.

Demurely, she will pour chartreuse

into your flute.  Then she’ll seduce

you, ‘though you are a connoisseur.

She’s ginger; she’s a saboteur.

Pearls and pale organza dresses

serve as backdrop for flame tresses

and in the end, you will concur.

She’s ginger; she’s a saboteur.

Advice, in this case, would prove moot.

Her auburn curls? Forbidden fruit.

She’s everything that you’d prefer:

She’s ginger; she’s a saboteur.  

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Whiskered Wit

"There’s many a man has more hair than wit." ~William Shakespeare

A perfect instance of a man

whose mustache has its own game plan.

Edwardian, he’s style and grace.

He tells the world: “Regard my face.

“With just a bit of mustache wax

I ‘m dashing, so I can relax

and strut inside most any place.

I tell the world, regard my face

“and note the look that brilliance speaks,

above my lips: two perfect peaks

that curl on ends to fill the space.

I tell the world, regard my face

“which says I’m full of wit and verve.

It’s nothing less than I deserve.

My whiskers are what I embrace:

they tell the world, regard my face.”

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artwork by Lucy Dawson, Posing Cairn Terrier,1937

Cairn Terriers

"Maybe it's the hair. Maybe it's the teeth. Maybe it's the intellect. No, it's the hair." ~Tom Shales

I’m fuzzy and I’m cuddly too.

You want to hug me…yes, you do.

My bark is worse than my wee bite.

A Cairn‘s all sweetness and all light.

I am all heart beneath my coat,

a shaggy movie star of note.

I’m really big, ‘though I seem slight.

A Cairn‘s all sweetness and all light.

When o’er the rainbow, Dorothy flew

she took along – well, you know who.

And Toto never got stage fright.

 A Cairn‘s all sweetness and all light.

I’ve fluffy, wheaten brindle fur

(so never say, “You mangy cur!)

Instead just brush me.  Ooooh…delight!

 A Cairn‘s all sweetness and all light. 

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Notes: All three poems are in the form Kyrielle.  The inspiration was based on the prompt of 'hair' (in a vintage sense) as provided for by Sepia Saturday.  The title of the post is actually an allusion to the show Haïr (which, in French, has an entirely different meaning than the English word.)  As for the actual poems, I decided that I wanted to do something for men, for women - and then for Cairn terriers, in honor of my wonderful little Corky. She is the rockingest dog ever, and even at 15 she's still the boss.