OpenLinkNight #218

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Welcome to OpenLinkNight folks!   This is your opportunity to link 1 poem of your choice as this is no prompt-day. For those who missed the Mr Linky deadline the past week or this Tuesday’s poetics about “Fay Collin’s Art”, this is also your opportunity to share your poem.   Also, our Haibun Monday about “Chijitsu, Lingering Day”  is open the whole week.

Let me share with you a beautiful reading by Meryl Streep of Sylvia Plath’s Morning Song:

 

MORNING SONG

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.

I’m no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind’s hand.

All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.

To join us for Thursday’s OpenLinkNight, which happens every other week, here’s how to join:

See you at the poetry trail. ~Grace~