For NaPoWriMo just to say I’ve done it, but I don’t get Sylvia Plath at all, don’t understand her poetry enough to dislike it. So, here is a tritina instead with a bit of darkness in it.
The night is veined with silver
Starlight on water, snail’s shiny trail
Your face reveals what you call truth.
Too dark to see to speak the truth
You fumble for your reward bright silver
Will it leave a shining trail?
So many lies bestrew this trail—
If ever vengeance spoke the truth
It would be with a tongue of silver.
This silver light—trail of tears and truth.