Friday, March 9, 2012


image courtesy of ladyspeak


“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.  


image origin unknown

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.”


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. 


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.


  1. Haïr means hate? I wondered why the poems almost look like lyrics, but then I googled that a kyrielle is a poetic form that originated in troubadour poetry, so that explains it. I especially like the first poem, well done!

  2. I always found that to call a red-head ginger was a sure way to fall foul of a lady! Great Cairn.

  3. Nice photo of a fine moustache - he looks such a gent.

  4. How wonderful that you can look at a picture and pour out such poetry! My BFF had a Cairn Terrier named Sandy when we were growing up; they really are neat little dogs.

    Thanks for your post,

    Kathy M.

  5. Thank you, thank you, THANKS so much for not using Alan's bearded man in a poem. ha ha.... Your photo choices were so much better for poetry, especially enjoyed the doggie sketch. You are a great poet.

  6. "Sabotour" -- you find such wonderful words that make me want to use them. I need an occasion!

  7. Enjoyed your post - great pics and poems! By the way, I like the blue theme of your webpage - looks nice.

  8. RJ you never cease to amaze me: these three hairy poems are delightful. Are you by any chance a redhead? I might write a poem for this series about the hair that appears on my chin!

  9. Lovely haïry trïo here.
    One follïcle for every corner of a haïry trïange: woman, man, and beast!

  10. As a ginger I salute Saboteur! What a fabulous tribute to wee redheads!! And that first verse rocks.....!!!!