Black Winged Woman

photo by Sylvia

she is a black winged woman
once a virgin, then a maiden, now a crone—
large, formidable, standing in black velvet platform boots,
wind at her back—
no white horses arriving today
no promises of peaceful doves and candy rainbows,
a window to a haunted past
and a hail storm future—
she is one woman,
but she is all the women
of her midnight-caped clan—
flying, diving, surviving—
thriving

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18 thoughts on “Black Winged Woman”

  1. Oh Sylvia, this is a joy to behold, this poem. The words and images unique and powerful. I’ve sat here reading it over and over, appreciating your formidable words. Lovely photo too.

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    1. Thank you so much Jet. I felt this way the other day as I came home from a dinner and threw my boots down and I felt-tired. But also, I felt-hopeful for the next generation, for the next chapter of life. Looking upon a landscape of bright futures is important when I get melancholy about the past.

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