Enough | Gelflings At Play

Author: Molli
Monday 21st May 2007 at 8:47 pm
Category: Depression, Love, Poetry

Tags: Anne Sexton, Dazed Kitsune, muse

Is this what you bequeath me, Anne,
your Love Plant composting at the front of my crib?
Couldn’t you have held out longer,
let me grow into the gift?
I never had time to develop thorns
to fend off your monstrous weeds.
You curled into the shell of my ear,
vine-like, you threaded my brain
and my veins, my veins
oh, how very tempting
the blood red amongst your greenery of love.

I live in awe of a suicide
Such admiration for one who quit
who knew when it was time
to let go
(oh, no, mustn’t go there. The shrinks will think I want her
death.)
but the strength she had
to say no
more
to say
enough
but not too much.

I wrestle with the love plant,
its ropey tendrils tying me
spread eagled
across the bed
(would I even change the sheets
if I could?)
I grapple with the conundrum you left, Anne…
Do I surrender to this heart’s invasion
or do I surrender
to despair?

I wish I knew which
truly signified the strength
of letting go.

2:50pm Thursday
1.December.2005

(Anne Sexton committed suicide less than eight weeks after I was born – Sure, I can find a way to take that personally! )

This poem was posted because a line in Fox’s poem “Muse” reminded me of it. Please don’t take my pitiful writings as any reflection on Fox’s! I have excellent taste – but no talent. You really MUST read “Muse”, don’t just take my word for it.Her poem, in turn, was inspired by John’s poem “New Owners”

At a guess, I’ve just broken something akin to a chain letter in posting an older poem instead of creating a new one.

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