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,...
Two tables along
From two Dutch lovers whispering
And a housemaid pushing a broom,
Three sparrows hoop round a menu.
A flea-bitten dog climbs onto a seat,