"Plath's New Moon"

Evening Moon through the trees

Plath's "New" Moon

I cling to evening's hem,
fingers entwined with heaven's blue -
a mantle I'm loathe to let go
lest I spiral wild into blackness
of twigs and branches
sharper than any tongue.

I plea forgiveness
as pink wanes gray,
garment's edge disappears -

silence descends
upon yew's upstretched arms
and like a savior,
knuckles moon's mystical murmurings

while I,
scratched and torn, face east,
await dawn's bald golden hue
to slip in with the tide,
for sea birds' spirituous song
to announce salvation's door,

and like a candle protected,
I will cease wavering,
Angelus warm upon my lips
while the bell tower tolls.

by Margaret Bednar, January 15, 2014

Morning over the lake

What a challenge this was for me!  Over at  "Imaginary Garden of Real Toads - Get Listed with Brendan" we are asked to be "freshly inspired" by Sylivia Plath's "The Moon and the Yew Tree".  As I read her poem HERE, I find it dark with little hope (sadly, Plath committed suicide in 1963).

I used all 14 words selected from Plath's poem, angling for a feeling of hope.

The images are not of the ocean nor of yew trees - but this is the best I could come up with on a moment's notice --- funny thing is, I took these photos last evening and this morning before I had read the prompt for this challenge.