AXES....by SylVia PlAth

AXES....
Originally uploaded by andrewstenning.
AxES......
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And tHe echoes !
ECHoes traveling
Off frOm the center like horses.
ThE SAP
Wells like tears, like the water striving
tO re- Establish it's mirror
oveR the rock
THAT drops and tUrns,
a White sKull,
Eaten by weedy GREeNS.
Years later i
ENCOUNTER them on the road ---
WordS dRy and riderless,
The indefatigable HOOF-TAPs
- While
From tHe bottom of tHe POOL,
FIXED STARS
govern a liFe.
words by Sylvia Plath, photo by AStenning - discovering a sense of origin in an english garden.
'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers' - William Shakespeare.













