sheena blackhall Poems
Of Sylvia Plath, Ted Hughes (3 Poems)
In Memory of Sylvia Plath Hughes
The Black Prince of Paradise brought you to this place,
Where Cromwell's Ironsides were bread and buttered,
A stone's throw from the cockpit in Church Lane
Where Wellington's troopers gambled on the cobbles.
Rowans are a red mush upon the road.
The orange slates of leaves roof gloomy wynds.
Dykes with their pie crust stone keep sunlight penned.
Families are walls, closed ranks, compacted tightly.
A woman with a whippet Belsen face
Tells me The Overspill' is your address....
Boneyard where Doctor, Tosspot, Fool,...
Francis Bacon’s Studio
William Blake’s head
Rears through the chaos
There is a photo of a Zebra carcass,
Gracefully rotting on the floor
There are brushes,
Plonked in jars like dried, splayed, flowers