Sylvia and Wings



“Is there no way out of the mind?” ― Sylvia Plath

I cup the quiet in my palm;
feed it imperfect thoughts,
and wait for dreams
to grow from incapable.

Where is the good witch,
red sequined shoes,
a thrice repeated wish
to take me out of my mind?

Tomorrow is the butterfly I chase.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

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Comments

Anonymous said…
I like the image of feeding thoughts to the quiet in your palm.. beautiful.
September 2, 2015 at 12:23 AM
Marian said…
Ah, I wish for those wishes, too. Nice, Susie.
September 2, 2015 at 5:27 AM
Outlawyer said…
Hard to be taken home of your mind doesn't provide it-- very ibteresting jump to Dorothy here, susie. K.
September 2, 2015 at 6:04 AM
colleen said…
This is perfect, the cupped palm and red shoes wanting to click.
September 2, 2015 at 8:48 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
Plath remains an icon and an inspiration.
September 2, 2015 at 10:16 AM
Maude Lynn said…
"to grow from incapable"

That's the line that got me. I relate.
September 2, 2015 at 11:39 AM
brudberg said…
I like that last line.. tomorrow as a butterfly.. the wish to escape.. what a wonderful hope is captured in that line.
September 2, 2015 at 12:58 PM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Oh Susie - "tomorrow is the butterfly I chase." Just brilliant. Poor Sylvia - so beautiful, so brilliant and so unhappy.
September 2, 2015 at 2:06 PM
Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said…
This might be perfection Susie--so much to love here
September 3, 2015 at 1:25 PM
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