Black was the color
of the velvet skirt
I wore to attend
a lovely church.
A bishop gave
God’s blessing.
Black was the color
of the velvet dress
I wore to dinner
at a great hotel.
A harp played
in the balcony.
Black was the color
of the velvet pants
I wore to an art
show’s opening.
A patron drove
a charged Tesla.
Black was the color
of the velvet shirt
I wore to lunch
in a penthouse.
It had a view
of Manhattan.
Black was the color
of the velvet cap
I wore to pose
for old selfies.
My head had
been swollen.
ABOUT:
Sarah Henry studied poetry in college with a Nobel prizing winning teacher and later worked for a major newspaper. After retiring, she became an active poet again. Her work has appeared in The Pittsburgh Poetry Review, Turtle Island Quarterly, What Rough Beast and Soundings East as well as many anthologies. She lives and writes in a small Pennsylvania town. Her first formal dress was velvet and it was beautiful!
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