Pure Gold Baby

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Silence follows after

the poetess deals you tranquility –

the bliss of the sad moon

caressed cold distance


that separates beauty

into tangible things


and you retreat into the carnival

mocking all angles of the self

into the distance, a keen eye –

a heart that needs its own heart

just to begin on the colours,


on the tone of your dusk


a meteor

going down in respectable fashion,

you blessed the good ground


you must mark the wreathes by now

but the spool of your cord

draws us ever closer in.


© Sam R Geraghty




#poetry #Sylvia-Plath #ode #spirituality #suicide #biography #The-Bell-Jar #free-verse


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