Poetry|RenFaire Memories

The Queen’s Hairdresser

Magic Fingers

Lady Blue post-braids — Photo by the author

This piece is a little reflection on having my hair braided by one of the professional hair braiders at the Arizona Renaissance Festival for the first time. On the day my sister and I decided to stop in on the way to our respective shops, the Queen was just finishing up.

The Queen’s Hairdresser

Got my hair braided
By the Queen’s hairdresser
This Saturday morning past
I am amazed by the magic power
Of her fingers upon my tresses
As she nimbly tucks thier ragged
Ends into lovely plaits
So tight and beautiful that I
Might be royal, too
Yet but two days later, unbraided,
The truth of my circumstance is revealed
By the frayed strands, faux waves
Falling short and in dire need of a wash

After the braids — photo by the author

© Suzy Jacobson Cherry, American Writer