Ponytails

            James McDermott

trimming my tash over the sink     felled hairs
form into a blonde man’s clip-on ponytail

heave it out the basin to chuck it but
two ponytails     binned in there     like dead rats

stagger to stairs to spot ten ponytails
one on each step down to the living room

his armchair has a ponytail     TV
my crisp sandwich doesn’t have a hair in

it has a ponytail     I flee the house
coughing up ponytails     in the garden

his stuck spade has a ponytail     his gnome
his red poppies have each grown ponytails

sobbing buckets of ponytails     I clock
the earth has my father’s ponytail now


James McDermott’s poetry collections published by Nine Arches Press include ‘Father Myself’ and ‘Wild Life’. James’s poems have been widely published in journals including Poetry Wales, Magma, Fourteen Poems, The North and Butcher’s Dog.