Sylvia Plath is my favorite poet. As I revisit her poems from Ariel I will be pairing my favorite lines with photos I’ve taken and responding to them with poems of my own. Let’s see where this takes us.

It was all a dream
the curtain falls
the music fades
the smoke clears

The stage remains
every bird, untouched
every rock, unturned
suspended in time

The lines we wrote
recited over and over
until we believed
they were made for us

They live there
waiting, in a script
now closed
on an empty stage