The Day Of Your Death Ghazal

The day of your death is wearing black—black
stockings, dress, hat, even gloves, black.

It's not a traditionalist though it looks like one—
It refuses to mourn or weep, even dressed in black.

It holds a bouquet of roses close to its heart, pink roses
(a florist's heart under wraps, beneath the black...)

The day of your death is drinking cabernet, writing a poem.
It's dancing flamenco on a café tabletop—spike heels, black!

Soon a feast will be prepared.  A cloth will be spread—
The day of your death has woven it in rainbow colors, not black!


Susan Kelly-DeWitt is a former Wallace Stegner Fellow and the author of The Fortunate Islands (Marick Press), eight previous small press collections and the online chapbook, Season of Change (Mudlark No. 46).  Her work has appeared in many anthologies and both in print and online journals at home and abroad. She is also an exhibiting visual artist. For more information, please visit her website at