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Welcome to OpenLinkNight everyone!  Hope you are healthy and enjoying your time, wherever part of the world you are.   Here in North America, it is going to be spring ahead with the daylight saving time on March 8, 2020.   I am excited for the spring season.   

As you know OpenLinkNight  is your opportunity to link 1 poem of your choice as this is no prompt-day. For those who missed the Mr Linky deadline this Tuesday’s poetics about “Apple!” or any poetry prompts that you have missed in the past, this is the opportunity to share your poem.   Out of courtesy, please link back to dVerse Poets Pub if you are sharing your poem.

Here is beautiful poem by Sylvia Plath:

Nick and the Candlestick

BY SYLVIA PLATH  (1932-1963)

I am a miner. The light burns blue.
Waxy stalactites
Drip and thicken, tears

The earthen womb
Exudes from its dead boredom.
Black bat airs

Wrap me, raggy shawls,
Cold homicides.
They weld to me like plums.

Old cave of calcium
Icicles, old echoer.
Even the newts are white,

Those holy Joes.
And the fish, the fish—
Christ! they are panes of ice,

A vice of knives,
A piranha
Religion, drinking

Its first communion out of my live toes.
The candle
Gulps and recovers its small altitude,

Its yellows hearten.
O love, how did you get here?
O embryo

Remembering, even in sleep,
Your crossed position.
The blood blooms clean

In you, ruby.
The pain
You wake to is not yours.

Love, love,
I have hung our cave with roses,
With soft rugs—

The last of Victoriana.
Let the stars
Plummet to their dark address,

Let the mercuric
Atoms that cripple drip
Into the terrible well,

You are the one
Solid the spaces lean on, envious.
You are the baby in the barn.

Source:   Poetry Foundation
              *Poem Guide

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See you at the poetry trail. ~Grace~