Dear All,
Lori's recent post has Unspired me (spelling deliberate) to write my version of Plath :
A LAST BOUQUET OF DRIED-UP FLOWERS (Sylvia Plath phrases used : contemplating a world; your nakedness shadows our safety; the light burns; under the eyes of the stars; flowers and bluebirds; a glitter of seas; riding the rip tide; a botanical drawing; a wave of flickering grass; frail as the halo; in a dawn of cornflowers)
Contemplating a world without your nakedness, shadows, our safety goggles, the light burns under the eyes of the stars, all flowers and bluebirds, within a glitter of seas riding the rip tide.
A botanical drawing of a mandarin, faced in orange, hued not dissimilar to a baboon’s butt, where each wedge wears a wave of flickering grass within my meandering, frail as the halo on a Botticelli postcard mind, I come, prepared to end it all, serenely, in a dawn of cornflowers blue ....
Alan McAlpine Douglas
PS I bet I make as much sense as the originals. I hope I am not treading on the toes of any Plath-lovers (Ted Hughes excepted), but if I am, I wish I could genuinely say I'm sorry ! )
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