Henna | Teen Ink

Henna

October 13, 2013
By true-lee GOLD, Ridgefield, Connecticut
true-lee GOLD, Ridgefield, Connecticut
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The cuff of my light winter jacket
brushes teasingly against my hand -
the rich golden brown paste,
arranged in a henna pattern,
feels cool against my skin.
The ladies told me to let the henna dry,
but the liquid paste squishes sickeningly,
collapsing under my starchy
cuff,
and just like that, a part of the henna
is irreversibly erased -
a curl here, a petal plucked from the flower -
those swirls of life that will
never see the sky.

I was never good at following directions.



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true-lee GOLD said...
on May. 25 2014 at 12:14 pm
true-lee GOLD, Ridgefield, Connecticut
19 articles 0 photos 14 comments
Wow, thank you! I really wanted to paint an image with this poem.

on Oct. 21 2013 at 1:04 pm
fairygabby99 BRONZE, Blacksburg, Virginia
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"If you are reading this, you can read!"

This poem is amazing! It really gives me an image.