avoid the outgrown garden, her gown cut like a humming-bird a cry of flesh and bone a death tree for you I often wonder where you've gone summer grows over your body, and I can't help but imagine eyes to yours, a page of yours a scripture, untouchable, in legacy as the fuchsia grows on your grave can't help but think thawing in fugue, trapping words as heavy as your childhood I am guilty of envy (poets often are) a young woman; I wonder who you'd be now, I wish your heart stayed beating; a ship root into the sea, and ash into the wood, stunned by violets, I lie; I am trapped by your words. © 2021 lucysworks.com All Rights Reserved.
Written for the dVerse 5/18/21 prompt:
Select ONE of our favourite poets (a celebrated or a lesser known one) and write a poem either
- About them (the indirect voice, as exemplified in the first two poems)
- Addressing them in the direct voice.
It’s no secret how much I adore Sylvia Plath’s work. It’s wondrous, beautiful, and at times, tragic. She’s a poet that mystifies me completely, captivates a scenery beyond sheer word, and I wish she could have been on this earth for a while longer. It’s strange to miss someone that you never knew/never met, and who was gone long before you existed; I hope she’s in peace now.