The other day I was reading a poem by Sylvia Plath. Mad Girls Love Song. Then I listened to a YouTube audio of someone reading it. I drifted away, and wrote this poem. I often do compose these sorts of poems on a moment. I’ll share this one. Unedited so beware:)
An Abstract Villanelle
When do they start
and where?
Those surface cracks.
On a vessel.
Unnoticed.
Except by the vessel.
When do they break
and how?
Those surface cracks.
Until
Broken pieces of a vessel
fall.
Let them stay lying there
broken
pieces of vessel
to be discovered
but
on another day.
Ellespeth