Plath's Poppies

Plath's poppies bloom
In days of gloom,
From July through October.
The scarlet florets burn like ember,
And line up before tombstones 
And hallucinatory portals.
Some look up to the sky, their eventual abode,
And some like a skirt, tent their petals. 
A sprightly bird's staccato trills 
Fragment further when hit by perils
That tag along with the siren of the ambulance
Carting a lady whose red heart blooms like poppy florets 
Through her coat, so astoundingly,
When she sleeps and bleeds.
Gone too soon 
The ruby red pulse,
Gone too soon 
A stream of wonder whose ripples
Can still be felt today,
In words of melancholy, longing and woe,
And ashes that the little red flames 
Leave along artistic roads. 
I should let you know 
That the carbon monoxide escaped your windows ages ago, 
And that the bell jar is currently hibernating in its safe space,
Having cured itself of its illness.
Maybe you could come back now 
With streams of words flowing down
Your arms,
Because the little poppies no more do any harm.






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John Marks

Wed 23rd Sep 2020 01:03

But always remember the bees and the rooks. She did.

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Shifa Maqba

Tue 11th Aug 2020 11:13

Jordyn and Kevin, many thanks to both of you for leaving a rose each!

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Shifa Maqba

Tue 4th Aug 2020 07:00

Thank you, Abdul! Sylvia Plath's legacy deserves nothing less than the best.

Thank you, Jennifer! It's really generous of you to leave that red rose.

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Abdul Ahmad

Mon 3rd Aug 2020 09:29

This is simply amongst the best.

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Shifa Maqba

Mon 3rd Aug 2020 07:17

D.W. Hamilton & Aj, your roses are deeply cherished!

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Shifa Maqba

Mon 3rd Aug 2020 06:46

Thank you so much, Philipos, Po and Leon, for your generous roses and comments. Couldn't thank y'all enough for your continued encouragement and support!

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Sun 2nd Aug 2020 23:20

What a terrible waste of life and outstanding talent.

The Bell Jar like all of her work is truly magnificent. She has left a wonderful, wonderful mark on this world.

God bless her.

Another outstanding poem Shifa-thank you.


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Paul Sayer

Sun 2nd Aug 2020 22:01

Crumbs Shifa, your poem is 'Colossus.'

Ted could be a vile individual, and she shone, even in her darkest days.

Your poetry is truly magnificent.


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Sun 2nd Aug 2020 21:24

Aw bless - love it. P. 👍

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