Plaiting Her Hair

Plaiting her hair at the end of each day
a soothing ritual she likes to play.
The smoothness of her hair like silk
is twined by fingers the color of milk.
A flower she sometimes weaves so gay

Absentmindedly brushing aside a stray
Her mind is distracted with thoughts she weighs
so she clears her wits from this type of ilk,
Plaiting her hair

Her life is fair in her grand chalet,
passing time with the art of crochet,
and wearing the most luxurious silk,
yet stifled she feels and ready to bilk.
Sometimes it’s hard to hide her dismay,
Plaiting her hair

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  1. The rhythm of this reads like plaiting hair, weaving that braid. A beautiful form this is and you do it so very well. At first, I thought you were writing about your granddaughter. And when it felt s familiar, I realized it was like at night when I braid my hair – white hair that was so black. Sometimes I too bilk at the calm and ordinary of days and wish for a bit of wildness. I like this poem so much!

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  2. Glenn Buttkus

     /  October 15, 2015

    Wildness, like our inner child & madness is always within us (like the godhead energy), right there bend the first star to the left, anxious to be loosed from its short leash. Form poetry is trumping free verse 8 to 1 out here on the trail nowadays; cool.

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  3. I adore the flow & rhythm of this exquisite piece :D

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  4. beautiful, Gayle..

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  5. Oh.. it was a long time since I tried a rondeau.. there is something that remind me of an Ibsen play in this, a Victorian woman in her prison of silk, and how well it works with the classic form..

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  6. What a lovely form, and I specially like the refrain of plaiting the hair ~ The ritual is soothing indeed and one can be absent minded about thoughts to fight off the gray and sadness of life ~

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  7. This has such a smooth flow to it. In a way, it tells a story, paint a portrait of a character as much as a physical description. Nicely done.

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  8. Always enjoy being exposed to different forms. This is quite dreamy and lyrical. Lovely!

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  9. I can really picture her absent-mindedly plaiting her hair. I picture this ritual as being comforting for her. I see her as late middle-aged, all alone, thinking that life has passed her by. Really beautifully descriptive writing, Gayle.

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  10. Very vivid…an everyday scene portrayed with just the right touches..can feel the angst of the woman there.

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  11. i see my mother here.. no longer
    driving in her 60’s.. residing inside
    never venturing much further
    than a book or crochet..
    in her 80’s now..
    it makes her
    happy..
    and it
    is still enough
    for her.. peace
    of mind lives
    in a many
    stranded
    way of Life
    i guess..
    horizons high
    horizons low
    as peace
    i’m sure..:)

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  12. Well done! I enjoyed your use of rhyme!

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  13. Thanks for sharing this Gayle. Great flow and I loved the image it gave me.

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  14. wow, the plaiting of hair could talk about so many inner feelings. A powerful write…

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  15. It reminded me of a story I had written long back. Braiding my hair drew an analogy with mixed thoughts of wanting freedom. This is perfect.

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  16. A Lady of Shallott analogy springs to mind here, but also something familiar to me (the chalet was the word that did it for me). The plight of expat wives (that so many envy), stuck in a country they don’t know, with a language they don’t speak, far away from friends, feeling utterly alone and objectified, not knowing what to do with themselves.

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  17. Plaiting her hair can be so absorbing to the detriment of other activities at hand!

    Hank

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  18. i could just see her thinking about all sorts of things.

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  19. I love the rhythm of this, and the story.

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  20. beautifully written! thank you!

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  21. I really liked the choice of rhyme…”milk, ilk, bilk, silk “.
    Perhaps she is semi content in her day dreamy world. :)

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  22. I am a huge fan of rondeaus, Gayle, and I think you have written a good one here. I too thought that at first you were speaking of her granddaughter’s hair, but after two readings I understood that it is her own hair. It takes on a tone of melancholy that the rondeau echoes beautifully.

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  23. I love the Rondeau form. Although challenging to pull off due to the limited rhymes, it is a very effective form when done well…and you have done well indeed!

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