After Reading The Bell Jar

After Reading The Bell Jar

A Poem by Leslie Philibert

as it says, better than these words


curl up like black paper
burning like a moth,
a glove turned inside out;

trapped too under a house,
a circle hidden and musty;
fragile under steps,

let us escape the carrying,
legions of white coats,
corridors as long as life.

© 2017 Leslie Philibert

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surrealism traps us into a special world indeed; very relatable words

Posted 1 Year Ago

you really capture Sylvia here so well...

no one could seem to help her, especially the white coats---she couldn't escape herself.
very well written piece---she was caught in her bell air holes with which to breathe.

Posted 1 Year Ago

A wonderfully atmospheric poem in its own right as well as giving further insights into Sylvia Plaths work.
Insightful and thoughtful.

Posted 1 Year Ago

I now wish I had read it! Another amazing use of words to capture the feelings and sentiments that Sylvia Plath engendered in this novel. The metaphors are brilliant as always, with an element of mystery and always to provoke thought and emotions. The first stanza simply dragged me in Leslie!

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on June 20, 2017
Last Updated on June 20, 2017


Leslie Philibert
Leslie Philibert

Bavaria, Germany

I`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..