At only 30, I smileAt you whom I abhor,At you,Oh I adore your golden heart.I’d struck gold--If only you’d hold my heart, holdIt well--Oh! Mine own love,Tho’ your heart be broken‘Twas once you have been happy--And Love, and Dreams--are notthese lovely things enough?If lovehaunts even those who dreambeneath yew trees,then heartsthe world over are ill-preparedfor suffering wrought by seeking same.
NaPoWriMo Day 9! This is my response to Magaly’s prompt in the Imaginary Garden: TWITTER ME A GOTHIC POEM. Here we have a tweeted conversation between Sylvia Plath and Edgar Allan Poe. And me.
I want to see this on stage. The expressions your poetry would put on the faces of the performers would be priceless. I'm smiling just thinking about it.
ReplyDeleteOh love... no matter the century it is fraught with tragedy.
ReplyDeleteI honestly wouldn't have got involved with those two ;)
ReplyDeleteYou captured their voices perfectly.. Poe seems a little at loss with Sylvia but you set them both straight.
ReplyDeleteWowieeeee Marian!❤️ You have captured their essence so wonderfully here!❤️
ReplyDeleteNow that would have been an interesting union. LOL. I love what you did here.
ReplyDeleteLots of broken hearts in the world aren't there? Plath 'died' at age 30. Did you realize there isn't much shade under a yew tree? It mostly grows straight up.
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Oh, poor sad things – yes, you caught their voices well.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. :)
ReplyDeleteWow! That's great. It sounds and feels like a beautiful new poem from one person. It flows so well! Have a great week! Rasz
ReplyDeleteare love and dreams enough? ~
ReplyDeleteYou really painted a vivid picture of what love is like from the view of these two and given the reader a good feel of how that vision of love make up the bones of many of their works.
ReplyDeleteThe voices read as authentic and I agree with Magaly. I'd love to see this read by actors.
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