Object Writing: Lady

Summer sat upon your hair,

Great curls of shimmering light,

With every bouncing laugh it dares,

to lift its wings in flight.

It could fly to the Bahamas,

Across the shimmering seas,

Dance between the palms and,

Lose itself amongst the leaves.

If it weren't so lost in your own smile,

Or dazzled by your eyes,

Giggling hair could make you lift right

off to paradise.

Sprouting from a hat,

An immodest felt cocoon,

Boughs of curls are sat,

Under a sunny afternoon.

They tease the rim to reach the sky...

More rhyming today! I enjoyed the imagery of this but found it difficult to really express the right way to give a curly head of hair a bright, bubbly personality. I think it's worked though.