Found Poetry 208

2/1/20

certain cutting hands
eyeing a stretched belly
the mother drips the baby in the water
I caught the red stench of the queen
under the tilted yellow sparks in the sky
it had a smile like a rock
they put its tears in the bank
years passed like birds overhead
and this child with silver hair
and so many obstacles
stitched the world back together

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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