Friday 15 March 2013

The Stove - For Sylvia Plath

Briefly his image appears in her mind
Their life flashing by through a haze
A life he abandoned and leaving behind
their passion and poetry days

Journey to nowhere has been very long
Each step of the way – agony
She needed a sense of a place to belong;
exploring it through poetry

Back in the moment, a tear on her cheek
She ponders the why and the where
Never quite finding the right words to speak
with only her poetry to care

Life smiling darkly, encouraged, cajoled
teasing and tempting her on
Voices in echo, nothing left to hold
Reality already gone

It stood there defiant, daring her to
Against her dark window, the rain 
Voices in echo, some old, others new
Support and enhancing her pain

All left to say has been finally said 
Time now to make right the wrong
Voices take over the space in her head
Sighing - she turns the gas on….

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