Poetry

[alicewhite]

ARIEL'S TOOTHBRUSH

Contributed by alicewhite on Friday, February 20 2015 @ 12:21:49 AEST

Topic: Dedicated Poetry
She doesnt like sand stuck on her feet, Sylvia Plath tarot 7777 triskele triple spiral new grange the path of sameck , to see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wild flower


THE WORLD CARD 21 IN A GRAIN OF SAND
"I can't put toothbrushes in a poem, I really can't!. Sylvia Plath, interview 30th October 1962.



although now in this lifetime I feel that I must
lest these once white teen teeth
start to crumble and crown to rust
enamel be it hardened by life's thistle's n bristle's
brush stokes holding sway the stench of cavities cankerous decay
soft substance inside I am liquid nerves dead to the bone and dry
accepting every knock welcoming the after shock
fervently holding firm and rooted to the spot
with tooth and nail i venture a denture to quench my thirst for adventure
time stands still
on the Indrid Cold line
and I turn to dust
alchemical gold
forever mine

We will see you again
i will see you in time.




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