Black Silk

This is another poem based on prompts by Terri Deno.

Stylized image of two riders on a motorcycle.
Stylized image of two riders on a motorcycle.

Black Silk

It’s still there, her old scarf,
Hanging, faded and torn,
Not as black, not as shiny
As it was years ago,
Yet, even now, willing to dance with the slightest wafting breeze.

She used to tie it to her helmet during those evening rides,
Letting it trail behind her
While we coursed over the countryside,
The rhythmic vibrations of my old BSA, and youth,
Pulsing between our legs.

A friend of hers said
It looked like a dark comet
Chasing us,
Arcing through every curve in the road,
Trying to imitate our childlike exuberance. …

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K R Smith

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