Spring Hills Renaissance

SPRING HILLS SEANCE 

“To re-establish its mirror”

—Sylvia Plath, “Words”

Late at night—

There in Spring Hills

In my room—

Looking out the window

I could see—

Deep into the murk

The surly depths—

Of a prairie cemetery

It takes a Bronte—

To be a Poet Goddess

It takes a goddess—

To see into the night

And it’s all done—

Simply with words