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Joel Hayward
Poems
Apr 2016
Thunderstorm
I sit with Sylvia Plath
open.
Thunder tears my ideas
with the rip sound of newspaper.
It rains a cold shower
lit only by Hollywood B-grade lightning flashes.
Old spouting overflows. Waters spill;
a forgotten bath with taps left on.
Winds tug at washing thatβs pegged tight. They
tangle soaked sheets around the line with
noisy bluster.
I sit with Sylvia Plath
open.
Listening to her voice?
#plath
#sylvia
Written by
Joel Hayward
Abu Dhabi, UAE
(Abu Dhabi, UAE)
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