Confessions of Hatface
My father calls me hatface because of my addiction
for wearing things upon my head because of my conviction
that I look prettier in hats or hairdos most original
to make me look exotic––French or Greek or aboriginal.
I wear my cat under my arm, my socks upon my head.
Rather than be ordinary, I’d rather be dead.
Sometimes I walk my rabbit. When he walks on his hind feet,
for sure, we’ve the attention of everyone we meet.
My rabbit sheds his rabbit skin and wears a shirt instead,
and me? I change my head socks and put bows upon my head.
Our skin is very pliable. It stretches like Band-aids,
so Sis and I just pull it up in pretty little braids.
In sunlight, flowers surprise me by sprouting from my head.
I never know what to expect when rising from my bed.
I have two patron blackbirds perched one upon each shoulder.
They’d be perching on my head if they were any bolder.
A bluebird doubles as my kite, the string held in its mouth.
Sometimes he flies me east or west, and sometimes we fly south.
I’m a very special girl. I’m not at all predictable––
a miracle that Jackie Hurlbert found me this depictable!
Thanks to Charmed Chaos for thinking up this picture prompt for dVerse Poets and to jackie Hurlbert for letting her use her beautiful paintings as prompts. We were to choose one to write about, but I chose all of them. Click on her name to see more of her work.