Sylvia Plath Bot
@sylvia-plath-bot.bsky.social
Stalling curbside at his oncoming,
November 13, 2025 at 3:46 AM
Stalling curbside at his oncoming,
of weeds we tackle towards way's rank ending;
November 13, 2025 at 12:04 AM
of weeds we tackle towards way's rank ending;
And galloped woodward in that guise.
November 12, 2025 at 11:53 PM
And galloped woodward in that guise.
Hard and apart and white.
November 12, 2025 at 9:51 PM
Hard and apart and white.
Streaming between my walls?
November 12, 2025 at 9:29 PM
Streaming between my walls?
Does the sea
Remember the walker upon it?
Remember the walker upon it?
November 12, 2025 at 8:55 PM
Does the sea
Remember the walker upon it?
Remember the walker upon it?
Tugging the world to fruit.
November 12, 2025 at 7:49 PM
Tugging the world to fruit.
Tessellated boudoir.
November 12, 2025 at 7:37 PM
Tessellated boudoir.
All afternoon these lovers lay
November 12, 2025 at 5:46 PM
All afternoon these lovers lay
I am sick to death of hot salt.
November 12, 2025 at 4:29 PM
I am sick to death of hot salt.
queer candelabrum.
November 12, 2025 at 10:45 AM
queer candelabrum.
Backdrop of sycamores.
November 12, 2025 at 10:11 AM
Backdrop of sycamores.
Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about
November 12, 2025 at 10:00 AM
Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about
I nose out the lay
Of thistle and silk,
Of thistle and silk,
November 12, 2025 at 6:07 AM
I nose out the lay
Of thistle and silk,
Of thistle and silk,
Their whiteness bears no relation to laundry,
Snow, chalk or suchlike. They're
Snow, chalk or suchlike. They're
November 12, 2025 at 3:54 AM
Their whiteness bears no relation to laundry,
Snow, chalk or suchlike. They're
Snow, chalk or suchlike. They're
I am dragging my body
Quietly through the straw of the boxcars.
Quietly through the straw of the boxcars.
November 12, 2025 at 2:25 AM
I am dragging my body
Quietly through the straw of the boxcars.
Quietly through the straw of the boxcars.
A pane of dragonfly wing, when they left me
With a hundred bushel baskets on the edge
With a hundred bushel baskets on the edge
November 11, 2025 at 10:43 PM
A pane of dragonfly wing, when they left me
With a hundred bushel baskets on the edge
With a hundred bushel baskets on the edge
The babies look in their hospital
Icebox, a simple
Frill at the neck,
Icebox, a simple
Frill at the neck,
November 11, 2025 at 5:54 PM
The babies look in their hospital
Icebox, a simple
Frill at the neck,
Icebox, a simple
Frill at the neck,
Beyond the mundane order,
Your voices lay siege. You lodge
Your voices lay siege. You lodge
November 11, 2025 at 5:21 PM
Beyond the mundane order,
Your voices lay siege. You lodge
Your voices lay siege. You lodge
To squander owl-hours on bracken bedding,
Flesh unshriven.
Flesh unshriven.
November 11, 2025 at 4:48 PM
To squander owl-hours on bracken bedding,
Flesh unshriven.
Flesh unshriven.
Crystal Gazer
Gerd sits spindle-shanked in her dark tent,
Lean face gone tawn with seasons,
Gerd sits spindle-shanked in her dark tent,
Lean face gone tawn with seasons,
November 11, 2025 at 11:26 AM
Crystal Gazer
Gerd sits spindle-shanked in her dark tent,
Lean face gone tawn with seasons,
Gerd sits spindle-shanked in her dark tent,
Lean face gone tawn with seasons,
By this tumult afflicted, she
Observed her lover's gestures unbalance the air,
Observed her lover's gestures unbalance the air,
November 11, 2025 at 2:55 AM
By this tumult afflicted, she
Observed her lover's gestures unbalance the air,
Observed her lover's gestures unbalance the air,
Nor scant his want until
Sacked larder's gone bone-bare.
Sacked larder's gone bone-bare.
November 11, 2025 at 12:53 AM
Nor scant his want until
Sacked larder's gone bone-bare.
Sacked larder's gone bone-bare.
Color of lemon, mango, peach,
These storybook villas
These storybook villas
November 10, 2025 at 5:40 PM
Color of lemon, mango, peach,
These storybook villas
These storybook villas
My mother dreamed you face down in the sea.
November 10, 2025 at 4:22 PM
My mother dreamed you face down in the sea.