Poppy Red Poem by Lidia Chiarelli

Poppy Red

I put my hands among the flames
Sylvia Plath

Of that summer
you had no memories
only red poppies
small flames
that burned your soul
a thousand poppies
open wounds
bleeding
inside you.
Your journey in search of oblivion
started in the soundlesshours of the day
now lost
in the barren paths of the mind.
Thenlong sunset strips
sad omens
stained the sky red
slowly
surroundingyou
in deep muffled silence