Shifting my clarities (opheliablue) wrote in ieatmenlikeair,
Shifting my clarities

Sylvia Plath, 27 October 1932 - 11 February 1963

I have fallen a long way.

I simply cannot see where there is to get to.

Her bare/Feet seem to be saying:/We have come so far, it is over.

No More Poems - Eric A Taylor

The children sleep quietly in their beds,
mother sits quietly in the kitchen.
The door creeks and a panther enters.
The mother looks at it, not surprised.
"I will run no more, cat" she says to it.
"Then I shall chase you no longer, poet." Says the cat.
The strong smell of gas fills the room.
The mother sleeps, perchance she dreams?
But there will be no more poems.

© Eric A Taylor

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