She Wore Black
Standing under the ivy bower
With pink roses overwhelming my hand
I imagined her
Drawing the shadows around herself
Smearing her eyes with mottled moonlight
Bathing in concord grape perfume.
My ankles are heavy with diamonds
Under tulle, they collect shadows
Veiled in washed-out sunlight
She abstracts into reality.
I envied her
Her courage
She wore her third heart as her ring.
On the happiest day of my life
She came wearing black.
Photo by Ava Sol
aimsysantics
Oh, these words are just so emotive. To me it feels like it is showing two sides to a person, especially when ‘imposter syndrome’ sets in. Another fabulous piece!
Aimsy xoxo
Jaya Avendel
Thank you so much, Aimsy!
cafebeauty2021
Very lovely poem. The ending lines in particular are really nice and had my re-reading to understand their significance. Thank you for sharing
simplyalexjean
What a beautifully written piece – you have amazing talent Jaya!
Elle
This is so beautifully written. You really do have such a talent! Xo
Elle – ellegracedeveson.com
A Sustainably Simple Life
Your poem made me want to know so much more about who she is. There was a confidence and depth that left me intrigued. Beautiful, Jaya!
thetravelvine
I love this darker and more thought provoking piece Jaya. Thanks for sharing 🙂
shaksation
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Raji (@journeyintofantasy)
Another beautifully written piece. Thanks for sharing!
Lauren
Your writing is always so powerful and emotive. Thank you for sharing this Jaya!
Lauren – bournemouthgirl
Lou Farrell
My favourite line – Smearing her eyes with mottled moonlight – so powerful, such a marvellous piece of writing, you are very talented. Thanks for sharing.
Loren
Love this poem! The differences between tulle + diamonds and shadows +moonlight. Thank you so much for sharing Jaya!
Jaya Avendel
Thank you for a lovely read!
Della Driscoll
This poem is so powerful and I loved the vocab you used, it brings it all to life! You’re such a talented writer x
Ruth| Ruthiee loves Glamour
First off, I love the picture you used in this post. This poem like always had myriads of thoughts running through my mind. I love the lines – Standing under the ivy bower. With pink roses overwhelming my hand. I imagined her.
Drawing the shadows around herself. Smearing her eyes with mottled moonlight. Bathing in concord grape perfume.
Jaya Avendel
Thank you so much, Ruth! I love the beauty you find in this piece.
Gemma Jayne
Absolutely beautiful poem! I definitely think of myself a little bit in this and I don’t know why. But I guess that is the beauty of writing it can evoke emotion or imagination differently in everyone. Thanks for sharing xx
Jaya Avendel
🥰 Thank you for sharing how you related to this piece!
Kelly Diane
This is such a beautifully written piece.
Bethany dean
Another great an beautiful poem. You’re a pleasure with words Jaya x
lifestyleseason
This is such a lovely and creative poem! I enjoyed reading this! Thank you for sharing this!
Anika
Lovely poem, I love the contrast between shadows and courage. Great photo choice too!
Vibe Inspire
This is just stunning. Swayed my feelings and thoughts there. A lovely piece of writing, Jaya!
Jaya Avendel
Thank you so much! 😍
barbaraleaver
Emotive, imaginative and personally thought provoking. Lovely piece of writing.
Corinne
Perfect ending to this, like a punch in the the stomach. Just as I like my poetry.
Corinne x
Her Digital Coffee
Perfect imagery as always. I love “pink roses, the mottled moonlight, and third heart as her ring.” The photo captures this piece as well. Thanks for sharing!
Dominic Alapat
This poem has a magical quality! The language has a wild idiom that makes the poem swing! Its lush beauty is simply otherworldly! At the same time, I can feel the deep sadness too!
Jaya Avendel
Love that you felt the sadness! Thank you. <3
Jordanne || Ofaglasgowgirl
Your writing never fails to amaze me! This is beautifully put, such stunning lines. I particularly like “my ankles are heavy with diamonds, under tulle, they collect shadows, veiled in washed-out sunlight, she abstracts into reality”
Thank you for sharing with us.
Lisa's Notebook
My favourite line is, “My ankles are heavy with diamonds,” which made me think of dewdrops or raindrops on the hem of the tulle. As always, your poetry evokes different responses in all of us, thank you, Jaya 🙂
Jaya Avendel
I love that you found the diamonds more of metaphor, Lisa!
paeansunplugged
You have created stunning imagery here, Jaya! “Smearing her eyes with mottled moonlight”…is such a fantastic line.
Michele Lee
Jaya, you have created an intriguing character and an absolute sensory delight. Gorgeous and creative word combinations too, as you do. 🌹
Jaya Avendel
Thank you, Michele, and much love!
Michele Lee
My pleasure, of course! 🌻
Jeff Flesch
Wow. Deep feelings and imagery here, Jaya. I adore the line, “She wore her third heart as her ring.” I get a myriad of feelings bubbling up from deep pain and the release of that pain, to the empowerment that lives in being authentic to our truth, and living that truth every day. Just lovely. 💙
Jaya Avendel
Your read is as lovely, Jeff. 🥰
Jeff Flesch
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Charity
Wow this is so powerful and beautiful! Thanks so much for sharing this!
summer with monika
The concord grape perfume, the unstated backstory … perfection!
Jaya Avendel
Thank you! The grapes have me in love too. <3
The busy shelf
those last two verses… they will remain etched in my memory for a very long time.
Jaya Avendel
😍 I am touched and honored. Thank you!
Fernando Rozano
texts that have endings that cause estrangement are magnificent: they instigate the imagination to create another or more texts. brilliant, Jaya.