A happier ending

Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 7 January 2009 @ 6:25 AM 49 Comments

photo by Jannie, 2004

 

(upon discovering Sylvia Plath)

 

I was a mere spring and half a summer away from

becoming flesh the day you laid out bread and milk

and sealed off your kitchen to inhale your final solution.

 

I didn’t even realize until my coffee chat with Bridget

the other day that you lived and died a full hundred

years later than I waywardly assumed you had.

 

Surely poets didn’t suicide themselves in 1963?

 

1863 — 1763 — I could see.  But 1963?

 

Yet you did.

 

And I wonder was your life

like a grasshopper’s on a

windshield at sixty mph,

 

like an uprooted sapling’s who

can’t speak the foreign tongue

of discontinued seasons?

 

Hanging on for dear life

from the rafters of childhood,

from the meat hooks of love,

from the blackness of red tulips,

who knows what night you knew?

 

Ah, gone lady, had we been girls

of beach summers and winter woods

together, I would’ve shown you how to

laugh and wear your hat like starshine,

how to skip the flattest round stones

and joke about moons over tea,

 

every day a small miracle hanging

like children in park swings,

like bras in happy trees. 

 

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  • 1

    On 12 January 2009 at 5:10 am

    Jo said, 

    Wow, you did a great job here. This is powerful stuff, Jannie. There are some really beautiful lines and it flows very well indeed.

    Jo’s last blog post..Ripe

  • 2

    On 12 January 2009 at 11:52 am

    Jannie said, 

    Robbi: I am not sure if I’ve ever read any of his poetry, I understand he was England’s Poet Laureate for, like forever. I will check him out, maybe even today at the bookstore. I’m not so sure I believe he drove her to suicide, as in her ealry 20s she did try to kill herself, went missing and was found apparently under a crawl space outside her house. Very sad, nevertheless for all involved. And I appreciate your standing up for her, as you did in yolur AWESOME few lines. He was quite a cad carrying on in an affair, her with those two young babes. The “Friendly Street Poets.” Were you all friendly or was it the street that was? Or maybe you were street poets, reciting your verse to passersby in a friendly manner? :)

    Jo: I know I lured you over here, but your poems are all so good and I wanted to show off that I finally had once that was actually pretty good (I am saying so humbly, of course.)

  • 3

    On 12 January 2009 at 7:42 pm

    Erin M said, 

    Jannie… I love this, just love love love it! I should say deep meaningful things about it but.. I can’t come up with the right words, and no, ” I love love love it ” is not cutting it. What an understatement. This is print it and hang it by my desk good. Tattoo it on my body good. I LOVE it!

    Ohhh I just love this!

    Erin M’s last blog post..oy vey – too much stress for my couch

  • 4

    On 13 January 2009 at 12:42 am

    Jannie said, 

    Erin: How ’bout you go fling your bra into the nearest tree and that will be more than words enough. 😉

  • 5

    On 13 January 2009 at 4:35 pm

    Erin M said, 

    lol ok, but it’ll have to be a little tree 😉

    Erin M’s last blog post..My Refrigerator Poetry

  • 6

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  • 7

    On 14 January 2009 at 6:50 am

    Jannie said, 

    Erin: But a very pretty one that all the cute little birdies like to sing from in spring, I bet!

  • 8

    On 16 May 2009 at 8:00 am

    Jannie Funster said, 

    Thank you Humpie!

    Jannie Funster’s last blog post..Ordering The Funsterment

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