"A Respective Perspective of an Escapist from Sylvia Plath’s Soliloquy"
by Abby Melton
With plans masked behind a wicked pair of devil’s eyes
A web of a child’s fantasies becomes the masters ultimate demise:
And I see the people raise their arms dangling in a limp and frail dance
Oh how lifeless they comply with the puppeteer’s ideals of romance
And triumphant our god stands as we meet her every demand
We see the ground become a purply green with just the wave of her hand
As the sky rains cotton to help those who laugh as they bleed
How dare anyone confuse her graciousness for greed?
It’s hard to see these generous deeds in any other light
Because she is the one who can turn day into night
The empathy from our majesty grants an aroma of a flowery fuse
One that you can taste if that’s the sense she were to choose
And then there are no blues
A world of gray and red
But of course this all seems normal, it’s the way things have always been
Alas I reach behind her golden throne to find a creaky door
That provides me an escape from the game of marbles that is this world
Slowly I wander down a hall towards a guiding light
One that she didn’t create, however it empowered just despite
And taxing it was for me to leave the one who gifted a beating chest
However she forgot about the thing that she did best
Was to give me a brain a mind a soul hidden in a writing wrist
One to guide me to rectify the corruptions of a solipsist.
Abby Melton grew up in Hollister, California and is currently a second year at the University of California, Irvine. She is an English major and has been featured in a handful of smaller anthologies including Live Poet's Society.