Hubris
...for Sylvia Plath
White wisps in
killing glow
dissolve.
Whiteness
won't absolve her;
arctic and stark
it wills her ill.
She's hollow,
assured of
missing
opportunities.
She swaggers
in darkness,
alone in her lordliness.
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2006
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