GloPoWriMo: Day 29

Henrietta Davida Thoreau

For Sylvia

They say in nothing lies madness,
poets, mad women,

Sylvia, like an elm.
A willow rests in nothing.
Its roots stretch
through gaps
between soil
into spaces
where water flows.

In nothing lies peace,
not escape
but rescue
from crossed-wires
that flame into too
many words.

Claim your name–
Sylvia. Find the deep
woods, past where the elm
grows. Go deeper, to the
willow. Burrow through
the empty spaces,
follow water,
to find,
this silent


of solace.

Daily Prompt:  “Write a poem based on the Plath Poetry Project’s calendar. Simply pick a poem from the calendar, and then write a poem that responds or engages with your chosen Plath poem in some way,” from the Na/GloPoWriMo site.

I chose Plath’s Elm.

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