Black
How many ways
to describe the mood
wear it like
a heavy sable coat
whips me
like raven's wings
sticks to me
like pitch
maybe if I'm squeezed hard enough
my coal heart will become a diamond
I'm an ebony chest
drawers bursting with shadows
I cut my lava out
with an obsidian knife
bad habit I'm used to
like a noose of jet and onyx
my gangster
in the noir of midnight
my fire
this ink on my page
April 29, 2018
Tressa Lee Breen
NaPoWriMo2018 Day 29 prompt: write a poem based on the Plath Poetry Calendar, saw "April 4, 1962: 'Crossing The Water', Next up, Plath continues her recent obsession with the color black..." and that was as far as I needed to go.
Brilliant!
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ReplyDeleteThis poem stopped me in my tracks - made me in awe and insecure all at once. It is worth repeating - Brilliant
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