#NaPoWriMo – Day 1: Finding Sylvia Plath

In the end I combined three prompts:
A love letter, a riddle and a secret pleasure.

At a leisure walking pace it took an hour
to reach the gallery that was my destination.
You see far more around you when walking.
And you remember directions better in a song.

Enter the gallery. Turn right at the desk.
Continue until you pass bearded John Brown.
Those crazy eyes. Pass the bronze bust of Booker
T Washington. A gigantic portrait of an aged
Walt Whitman faces Ira Aldridge in his prime.

Her early self-portrait was a blend of Picasso
and Dostoevsky. Her fairy godmother – Marilyn Monroe.

A flame that burns too brightly consumes all
the oxygen in the space. What’s left is nitrogen
and CO2 to breathe. And near the end our wings
of molded wax – melt – as we soar into the Sun.




Author: Raymond Maxwell

https://raymmaxx.wordpress.com/ Librarian, archivist, retired foreign service officer and Navy veteran.

2 thoughts on “#NaPoWriMo – Day 1: Finding Sylvia Plath”

  1. Intense …Sylvia Plath takes me back to a very dark time…so glad I found another path. I’ll focus on my song.


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