Tree and stone glittered, without shadows.
My finger-length grew lucent as glass.
I started to bud like a March twig:
An arm and a leg, an arm, a leg.
From stone to cloud, so I ascended.
Sylvia Plath
6 comments on “Ascended ~”
Comments are closed.
Thank you for sharing this amazing poem dear Maverick 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome dear Semra and thank you for your comment. ❤️
LikeLike
Beautiful poem and images!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Sandy. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Marvelous!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person