Poetry from Kaia Hobson


by Kaia Hobson


i could cut your hair like that again

just run away from me

scissors in hand

following you and your giggles

that quickly turn to screams

when i grasp those curly brown locks

and snip what i can

i leave what is best

before you wriggle your way out of my arms

once more


though you are faster now

later sometimes i see the uneven

strands that form crests

as if to send a message:

you will not be controlled.


you are the burden i do not want lifted from my shoulders

and yet

you set sail and drift away

and i am left standing on the shore

blunt scissors in hand