Coiff’d

 

Just by chance I wandered in it had not been by intention

My hair, neglected for a while longer than is usual for me

Unwelcome white shows beyond the roots I should mention

Previously short hair has been allowed to grow to see

If I could cope with returning to a length extension 

The owner has a Renoir fringe ending just above her eyebrows

Her make up also from another place another time

Her dainty silk blouse drapes prettily and as she turns

One sees that the blouse is open between the neck and the hem

Revealing the slim tight flesh of her bare back

Almost bare then but for a tiny bra band 

I hear my own voice ask is there is a free appointment

Half hoping they could not fit me in on the off chance

Play acting maybe, the punk girl there by employment

Browses the diary at length rather than a quick glance

I’m pleased to return in an hour to save disappointment

 

This stylist has most of her cerise and pink hair tied back

Whilst her long one sided fringe hangs to her chin line

Deep red lips pout slightly

She is short and a little stocky

The chunky boots help or hinder the look

Depending on her intention 

My entrance was after all simple circumstance

The retro Renoir woman shows me her colour chart

Maybe she sees this on me do I trust her perchance

A shade less then modest I silently say to my heart

Her suggestion now makes my eyes want to dance  

There is one male stylist with a developing paunch

Tall and looking comfortable in a woman’s world

His dirty blonde hair roughly centrally parted

The head of hair end curly gently over his collar

He cuts and snip with speed and confidence

His eye darting to glance in the mirror now and then 

Ms Renoir wears a beaded pearl bridal tiara band

Around her thick glossy hair of raven black

Girls buzz around the Queen Bee at her command

Trying for those skills that they as yet lack

Looking to please she who hold the whip hand 

My hair is carefully parted then painted by brush

I am concerned at first as the cream looks pure white

Applied to my every root first and later spread

Relief when the colour develops to a softer shade

My professional colourist smiles wickedly at me

I’ve got your number her eyes seem to say