If not for Combs
If not for combs, what would become of hair?
There will be those who answer, “We don’t care!”
They’ll say, “We like our hair uncombed and wild.
We let it stand or fall or intertwine—
Whatever—just so long as it’s unstyled.
What plant outshines a free, untrellised vine?”
Well, yes, I see their point, but I’ve long known
My hair’s not at its best when on its own.
There will be those who answer, “We don’t care!”
They’ll say, “We like our hair uncombed and wild.
We let it stand or fall or intertwine—
Whatever—just so long as it’s unstyled.
What plant outshines a free, untrellised vine?”
Well, yes, I see their point, but I’ve long known
My hair’s not at its best when on its own.
This poem is copyright (©) Charles Hughes 2024
About the Writer
Charles Hughes
Charles has published two books of poems for adults, The Evening Sky (2020) and Cave Art (2014), both from Wiseblood Books. He used to work as a lawyer but now works at writing poems.
