By Cherie Black
The feathers of her hat
curled perfectly. Most stared;
others would reach
as if to touch
smile and return their hand to their sides.
No one
wore such extravagance
anymore. They hated
caring for it - all the special
instructions. It was
a headache and old
fashioned. Once
the quality of such hats
with intricate beads
exotic lace and delicate feathers
(like the one she donned)
was considered worth the time
and effort. Now
such hats were relics
used
only in performances.
But not for her.
She'd resisted the urge to conform
and proudly
carried her hat. She hoped
it would inspire
and remind onlookers
about beauty.
The world could benefit
from the shade of brims
and mystery
of covered heads.
of covered heads.
