Tag Archives: Sylvia Plath

Blue Bird Concept Piece

Dull blade of language, From blue shard beak, A flat sonnet For one who cannot speak Beneath the bell jar, Vowels prising leaden A once morning song; Abraded letters caged From petrified tongue Run aground From the grinding sky Mouthing … Continue reading

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