Sylvia’s Response, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Oh you ask me
Why my end
In such graphic
Dastardly fashion

I had a pain
Unique to me
I know it is hard
To imagine

Ted my muse
Went astray
Left me alone
With kids and fray

But you know
That isn’t the real reason
I had an obsession
I did well

Pills
And a porch
Driving into the river
My existence

Makes you shiver
But in that darkness
I deliver, images
Of hooks of tulips

And racing redcoats
And reflective glass
And words dead
On arrival, stillborn

And fungus plants
I know you will
Be loyal
And keep me alive

My disquieting muses
Will always thrive.
( end)

This poem I wrote in response to another person’s poem addressing Sylvia Plath’s tortured life and why her poetry and memory need to be kept alive.
The imagery is a ode to her poem words and titles. Those who are deeply familiar with Sylvia Plath’s work will get this. If you don’t go read her works.