For What Fire Could Damage/A Witch's Face (Plath) Poem by Nava Fader

For What Fire Could Damage/A Witch's Face (Plath)



Fair cheeked bruised by sea salt,
if I had my vipers then.
I am not three but one.
I am not one but one
and one and one. Daughter
of terror. Sprang
fully shackled and lovely.
I can still make
things beautiful.
Pegasus, hero Chrysaor,
from my severed neck.

Send your heroes. The mirror
image of me is not me. See me
in seaweed stilled to coral. See me
in my name: to protect.

See me
if you dare.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Goldy Locks 15 October 2007

interesting. like, i want to understand the meaning between the lines. you have a gnawing sense about your writing. keep on, sjg

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