by Debi Swim
I’m writing an ode to black
misunderstood, abused, lack
of frivolity, sober, tacked
onto the back of despair. Unfair.
Black has depth and richness
mystery and glamor within us
making red redder, enhancing,
entrancing, like the ebony sheen
of the raven, the placid shade
between I lay me down and sleep
counting dark sheep with a tender
heart all part of twilight and surrender.
It is a contender for favorite color–
hats, cats, licorice, espresso, Van Gogh’s
background that pop the poppies
no melancholy in their enthusiasm.
All praise to the black dark chocolate
sweet, confident, sassy, bold. A chasm
of ebony, sable, inky, pitch, coal.
When truth is told, before
creation all was black, now
everything is stitched at the seams
with black… is beautiful.
Note: Written in response to Red Wolf Poems, Prompt 219.
Debi Swim writes primarily to prompts. She is a wife, mother, grandmother and happy WV poet.