Sister

Sister, do I hear you,

crying behind that door?

Are you dropping tears into the well

of those who have gone before?

…..

Is that you my Sister?

Your voice is very faint.

Would you crack your door a bit?

Do you need my embrace?

…..

Is that you my Sister?

The voice of Sylvia Plath?

I hear you calling.

I hold your words in my lap.

…..

Is that you my Sister?

Standing strong for your art.

I hold your blood and your tears

in the deep chambers of my heart.

…..

Is that you my Sister?

Dancing in the night.

Harvesting the wind,

the moon, the starlight.

…..

Is that you my Sister?

Getting on the bus.

Sitting right up front,

in righteous defiance?

…..

Is that you my Sister?

In Hungry ringing out a bell.

Calling the woman to war,

when your men fell.

…..

Is that you my Sister?

In the plains, tears on the ground.

Turning into black rocks,

for others to pass around.

…..

Is that you my Sister?

A mushroom blooming in the night.

Sweet, soft, delicate.

Filled with magic might.

…..

Is that you my Sister?

Your voice is very dear.

It will not pass the ears

of your brother standing here.

…..

Is that you my sister?

I love you.

 

 

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