Splash, Plath Poem by Linda Hepner
Splash, Plath
Suddenly the plane door opened – I, easy in my place,
Was sucked up like a bird into a jet
But hurtled out and down down down fell Alice
Into a nightmare vortex where I met
Shadows, images from long suppressed recollections
Standing like sealed jars upon the shelf
Each labeled ‘English Marmelade’ with bitter rind reflections
Once tasted would remind my shrinking self
There is no climbing back into the plane,
I can’t be swept back up again,
I’m hurling still in vain
The ocean then
Oblivion
LRH 4.1.06
An excellent poem of confusions spiral, we all feel sometimes, just like Alice Linda. This poem has power and pace, I love the title drawing upon Plath and her despairing losing race. 10 from Tai, hoping you are well
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4/25/2024 6:11:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Feel like I've just been swept up by a tornado then spat back down again, landing with a thud. Another high-impact write, conveying so well the sense of panic and despair. And hey, a woman who gassed herself to death is the perfect allusion to relate this piece of writing to. Gina. PS: I recommend you to check out 'Sylvia' by Gregory Gunn.