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Night Glances Dawn Dances: An Ode to Plath

by Julie Adams


like breakfast tea, each waking
I stir and drink her in
and steam in her word swirls
all ground bone and marrow and living tonic
her verse;

her tea leaves. Spearmint and chamomile
memories real and imagined, how they pacify
like a porch swing. I escape to
her deep sepia skies, each dog-eared page

aglow. These poems are
banks of imagery. her word traffic
taunts me from the median,
poems tattooed

with Morse inspiration,
her bold words drum
and compound, down
upon the six senses, hypnotized

she glops over me, like treacle
as thick and pure and golden
as a summer moon, or oatmeal
just before a winter dawn,

she leaves me full
the day's hardly begun

10/24/2009

Posted on 10/24/2009
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 10/24/09 at 10:19 PM

who is this about? i actually love this a lot and have been re-reading it...digesting some of the thoughts, applying them to things in my life. women, and things. excellence jules...you're on another level.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/24/09 at 10:59 PM

Although I was never much of a Plath fan (prefering the other "suicide poet" Anne Sexton), I really like what you've done here Jewels. Kudos!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/24/09 at 11:37 PM

"poems tattooed with Morse inspiration" - brilliant. This is slowly steeped and poured with great care. Thank you.

Posted by James Zealy on 10/28/09 at 06:49 PM

I am not sure if the Morse referred to here is Samuel Morse or Judith Bullock Morse, who writes inspirational poetry, or someone else. I like the poem, but it would help me if I knew.

Posted by Kristine Briese on 07/22/11 at 08:59 PM

How have I not seen this before? It's brilliant! It really, truly brings her out. Excellent!

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