After Plath
The key to the tower is an illusion.
There is a dignity to this; a formality—
the irises could be doing any number of things:
bowing, sleeping, kneeling for prayer, or execution.
They look up like children, quick and expectant.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 20, Issue 1.
M. J. Arlett was born in the UK and now lives in Texas where she is pursuing her PhD. She is an editor at the Plath Poetry Project and her work has appeared in The Boiler, Lunch Ticket, Mud Season Review, Ninth Letter, Poet Lore, Rust + Moth, and elsewhere.
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