A huitan is a Spanish form, all about the number 8. 8 lines, 8 syllables each. Being Spanish you’d think it’d be called an ochotan. But no.
This is a poem about what happens if you have an image change. (hint: toddlers who used to know you think you’re a freaky stranger.)
She looks at me with doubtful eyes
When told to say hello to me
Turns to her mother in surprise
Wonders: who can this stranger be?
This purple haired atrocity
Is not the friendly face she knows.
Oh what an unkind fate to be
Unrecognised by Ava Rose!
Tom Juniper Poetry 