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As it’s National poetry Day I thought I’d accompany this weeks image with a poem. Image Becci Ball wearing a piece from her own collection Becci 


Mad Girl’s Love Song 

by Sylvia Plath

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;

I lift my lids and all is born again.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red;

And arbitrary blackness gallops in:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me in to bed

And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hells fires fade:

Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,

But I grow old and forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;

At least when spring comes they roar back again.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made up up inside my head.)

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