My Lady Lazarus

Was inspired by my favourite poet Silvia Plath and her poem Lady Lazarus mixed with her life.

My Lady Lazarus, how you make me cry!

Your words are my breath, the voice of my soul

Your deaths fingers clutching for my heart

Your letters chocking cries for a new life

My Lady Lazarus, your life was given back to you

Those few last pills to still your broken heart

Were spewn back up for a brand new start

Oh those heavy words so full of death

My Lady Lazarus, scream, sigh, cry your last breath.

Author's Note

I know spewn is not a real word, I apologise but it depicts what I mean.

Reviews

[Allen Smuckler]

sounded and felt like a real word to me...Lady Tyke
Your poem was intense and vividly alive....yes alive
crisp, detailed images leaped (or is it leapt) from every line...
Terrific write, LT
allen