Bedtime Poems

Bedtime Poems

Plath sat upon Ted's lap

mesmerized as he read

his ethereal poems to her

she giggled in spurts

cried into his sleeve

felt his betrayal

shut out his words

ended up alone in the love seat

spitting her own verse at his pages

as I sat on the lap of her memory

mesmerized as she read

her suicide poems to me

I could only plead 

that more of her work she would read

but she had already recited into the sheet

into the roofbeam

she was gone

and I?

ended up alone in the love seat

cleaning up the spittle

trying to solve the pages

upon which lay the riddle

that was her life.

erin-cilberto

1/23/2021

Reviews

[Dave]

Oh my gosh! This is so sad and yet despite this, it's so evident of the love you still have for this lost soul.
Take care - Dave

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your understanding words, Dave,
j.