Sylvia Plath- her voice still echoes around… April 10, 2013anmol(alias HA) 5 Comments Here is my tribute to Sylvia Plath; a villanelle- her voice still echoes around the lone bird, lost in the mirrors of time faded, yet there with a fluttering sound hear, take it in, let it be found moaning in pain, narrating the crime her voice still echoes around her body decaying in the burial ground she is gone, leaving behind her life’s dime faded, yet there with a fluttering sound the years she spent but being bound a prisoner to her own mind’s rime her voice still echoes around leaving nothing behind her, no expound just her work, her prayers, so sublime faded, yet there with a fluttering sound oh Sylvia Plath, you are indeed crowned the queen, amid the humanity’s grime your voice still echoes around faded, yet there with a fluttering sound Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInTumblrEmailPinterestRedditPocketMorePrintTelegramSkypeLike this:Like Loading...
