Tuesday, 1 March 2016

Extra Extra: I'm Not a Vampire Just a Poet



My father thinks I am a vampire for a long for solitary moments to ponder ideas and plot mischievous plans.  I like the rain, clouds and darkness. I can brood for days; and yes, that is a mini snow globe of a witch on my nightstand, and no, it is not a Halloween decoration.  Where was I? Ahhhh, yes.  No, dad I'm just a poet.

One of my many favourites....


Mad Girl's Love Song

Written By Sylvia Plath

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"


(PS...I did get the memo life is not so dreary and that is why when I read Plath or Sexton I have to read Archie and Jughead.  Nora Ephron can do dramedy.)


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