Methaphors - Sylvia Plath
(Sidenote: The line breaks have been changed.)
I’m a -
Riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant,
A ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit,
Ivory,
Fine timbers!
This loaf’s big
With its yeasty rising.
Money’s new-minted
In this fat purse.
I’m a means,
A stage,
A cow in calf.
I’ve eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train
There’s no getting off.
Was the line break at the end added by you? If so, I fully approve. It's so hard to read Plath without immediately thinking about her life and her death, but what strikes me about this poem is that the metaphors take over; the narrator is trapped in them. Did you add the exclamation point? Because I think it works.
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