Black Velvet by Sarah Henry



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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