The Sylvia Plath Forum

Poems inspired by Sylvia Plath


A withered iris now made into silk
A heart screams a tacit requiem
What is gas was electric
A child enthralled to words
I too, crackle and drag

Sylvia touched a part of us that most people abandoned the way, a mother bird abandons her young that has fallen from a tree. For her words captured the gloom and uncertaintity, that resides in us all. For have we all not been a child, hiding under the sheets, when the outside world seemed so cold and cruel.

Drew Suhy
Plymouth Michigan, USA
Friday, December 1, 2000


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