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A loose hair
A tress, in fact
Something for keeping
And other nineteenth-century
In a box
A remembrance of youth
Or younger days
Or the other day
When the lock was snipped
And tied with ribbon
And I remember you
C L Couch
Photo by Emma Simpson on Unsplash
I use C L Couch when writing formally because it is a version of my name that's genderless. And, frankly, easier for handwriting--I have a severe writer's cramp. In conversation, I go by Christopher, having been named for the boy who had the poly bear and finally being (achieving) fine with that.
I use small Xes all the time because WordPress won't let me cut and paste the text from my program page to this one. (Grrrrrr.)
I am a career educator, semi-retired due to disability. I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA).
The main photographs at this site (of the road, of me) were crafted by photographer and my friend Debra Danielson. A variety of her work is available for appreciation at
Thank you, lookers, hearers.--Christopher
May 26, 2022 at 3:47 pm
Have you ever seen the hair wreaths they used to make? Your poem reminded me of those.
May 27, 2022 at 4:44 pm
I saw a photograph of a hair wreath while researching this. Until now, I had only seen locks tied with ribbons, kept in boxes. I look forward to seeing more wreaths. Thanks!
May 27, 2022 at 5:06 pm
I’ve seen them in museums here. They were a big deal around the time of the Civil War.