Sylvia Plath must be laughing at me right now; I'd only just responded to 'Lady Lazarus' on Day 27, and now whee, I get to do it again! I picked 'Elm' for my poem this time, and used one of her phrases ('Diminished and flat') as well as allusions to some of her imagery for a more concrete link.
Like Plath herself, I've struggled with depression for a while, so 'Elm' was particularly resonant. The response, if it's a response at all, came in images linked in bizarre ways, so I just wrote everything down without pausing to analyze where it all came from. I still don't know.
CYPRESS
Root.
Tap root.
Tap
tap tap, goes the root, deep dark thing
Plunging
beneath light’s reach, snaking down
The
original crooked man’s crooked mile
Sucking
up blackness and brimstone, fire
Burning
slow in the veins.
I
am a spider’s web of filament fronds
Transporting
blood through the world’s most complex
Delivery
circuit, each blood cell containing a tiny
Fragment
of hell.
Filament
sunsets red as heated wires.
The
moon is a great white murder eye
Pitilessly
watching. Diminished and flat
I
am clubbed to pieces, a skinned fur seal
Doll-broken
on the floor.
Shhhh.
Don’t speak.
The
littlest shriek
Brings
down the wrath of God.
2 comments:
Powerful poem!
Thank you Angela! It was another hard one; had to sort of write and type bits of it through the day, in between work and rehearsals. The more I read Sylvia Plath, the more appreciative I am of her skills!
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