Refreshing Archetypes

Discovered first by her perfume,
She made one turn one's head
away, as ones eyes ne'er watered
so much since onion met tread.

She brandished a wad of Maeve Binchy
pages that once were a tome.
Inside cover emblazoned "I own this,
This is mine mine mine mine mine alone."

Her hair was cut very fashionably,
Ten years ago, for teenager boys.
But her saving grace was a rust
coloured blouse, though maybe a ploy?

A contrast that sucks on awareness?
A painting whose parts seem awry?
A jigsaw's fumbling jumble
That nonetheless catches the eye.

Hair nearly dark, but for a twist
or a streak, or a Mallon slipped askew?
Fascinating can be someone's granny -
Reorganise archetypes anew.