I can only dance with my fingers wielding a pen, play with colors I see in my mind,paint with words haply as a child.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Sargasso: Sylvia's Tempest
Tonight I fall headlong
Down into that abyss
The yawning cauldron,
And then calm
Before the water
Hits rockbottom
I crawl with jointed limbs
On the crags and on the cliff
My aerial shudder as I feel
The ancient craving
And inundation of your lip.
I am Raggedy Ann hurling
Into the eye of the cyclone
Perspiration freezing my bones
Traversing the deathly silence
Of the stone.
Tonight I fall headlong
Deep
Deep
Deep into that abyss
The moon mask looking on
Black iris of the sky,
I rise seaweed tangled
Your memory clinging to my hair
Like a barnacle.
Labels:
poem,
sargasso,
sylvia plath,
tempest
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