We all know that inspiration comes from many places, not least the little ones in our lives!
I have coconuts in my hair, Mummy.
I didn’t brush and now they’re there.
Fuzzy bundles of fray and wind
Something of bird-nest kind.
Strands of resistance meet follicles of fire
Pull. Twist. Break.
Twine laid down
Smooth and fair.
Gasps of relief at spool-like comb
and coconuts from my hair.