Simply Wigs Poetry Competition
We have been amazed, but not surprised by the talents of our Simply Wigs community. Thank you to everyone for taking the time and effort to produce such great poems.
We were overwhelmed with the responses. So much so, that we have chosen two ‘First Prize’ winners. Each winner has won a £20 voucher of their choice, and a copy of the fantastic book ‘A Poem for Everyday of the Year’.
We have also chosen an additional five ‘superstar’ winners. Each will receive a gorgeous notebook and pen, so they can carry on scribbling down their future musings.
Our two fabulous winning poems are . . . .
The Shiny Crown by Julie
I was a girl with a shiny crown
Of thick, glossy hair of Auburn Brown.
I was a girl who had such a fright,
Of seeing my hair disappear overnight
I was a girl who had to decide
How to continue, when I wanted to hide.
I was a girl who thought “Just let me see,
There must be a way to continue as ME.
It’s just my follicles, given up the ghost,
Taken away what I value the most”.
I looked in the mirror and saw, with a shock,
I was fighting a battle I’d already lost.
I bought my first wig, (It wasn’t the best!)
Then I took out my scissors and chopped off the rest.
And so, What to do? I could cry and weep more
Or claw back control to open new doors.
I decided that nothing could be gained from despair
And set out to get help to find my new hair.
And Oh! So much help! From experts and others
Who’ve been through it too. There’s so much to discover!
So now I’m a girl with choices galore!
I can honestly say bad hair days are no more.
And thanks to the help I’ve received on the way
I now am the girl who is happy to say,
That I am still ME – nothing’s changed, deep inside
Even though, on occasions, life can be a rough ride.
So once more I’m that girl with a shiny crown
Of thick, glossy hair of Auburn Brown.
Julie
I got the Big C by Linda
In two thousand and three,
When I got the big C,
And they told me my hair would all go,
It was hard to believe,
I just couldn’t conceive,
And my mind said a big, fat NO!
But bit by bit,
My hair did a flit
It seemed that they were right!
Wash basins and pillows,
Me weeping like willows,
The proof was there in plain sight.
But who would have thought,
The freedom it brought
Each morning to my great surprise.
I didn’t require
Shampoo, mousse and dryer,
I felt like me in disguise!
My only decision,
To bring forth this vision
Of me to a waiting world.
Brown or blond wig,
And who’d give a fig?
Well me, and I wanted it curled!
Then in 2,0,1,4,
Big C knocked at my door,(again)
And this time I was ready.
No tears for my hair loss,
I know who’s the real boss,
It made me feel quite heady!
One thing puzzles me though,
Hair is so quick to go,
When chemo strikes every last cell.
Why can’t it relent?
Come back fast as it went,
If you know the answer, please tell.
Linda
And a quick note from our winners…
We loved reading all of your entries.
We have some really inspiring customers with some great talents and we would like to say thank you to everyone for taking part. We will publish our five ‘Superstars’ on next weeks newsletter. Feel free to let us know your thoughts and hopefully encourage our budding poets below!
What fantastic poems from 2 different aspects of hair loss and I applaud you both in summing up your experiences individually. I understand from both angles. I think you’re also literary geniuses and 2 very strong women, thank you for your inspiration!!
These are absolutely brilliant. Well done ladies!!
Thank you Julie and Linda for your very honest, poignant and inspiring poetry. I so enjoyed reading it. You certainly captured the moments and I think that it is very important to tell people that wigs allow you be in control again.
I may have a go myself!