In The New

Winds of change are in the air
so I’ve cut my hair. The long

days of witch-braids are done.
It’s time to have some fun,

a flirty swinging bob.
This new heartthrob

left silver ringlets on the cutting floor.
Shhh. Hear me roar.

A quadrille (44 words) written for #94 Roaring In The New–a prompt with perfect timing as I celebrate my new ‘do.

Soundcloud recording here.