Plath
Christian
Ward
I.
You
caught a wild salmon
and watched its blackened
carcass drip over the coals
The
stars watched you eat
away the last of your innocence
But
you never noticed
II.
You
once caught lightning
and stored it in a bell jar.
You
stood mesmerized
as it danced and slowly died
in the vacuum
But
still you stood there,
watching.
III.
Snow
brushed its hand
against your green shroud
as you were carried out.
The
night uttered a silent
eulogy as your ashes were
scattered
but
no-one could hear you
still weeping.
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Christian
Ward is currently studying the second year of a degree in
English & Creative Writing at Chichester University, England.
His interests include writing poetry and prose, films, and reading.
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Christian Ward