Poetry: Raw by Monica Kagan Inspired by Plath & others

I long for magic in my life…
Does that sound silly?

I long for wings and wands
Instead of claws and sores.

Flesh strips, flayed
Vultures lay bare
A raw heart– 
Rended

Shrapnel shreds sisters, mother, father
A familial holocaust
A bone tableau

Sylvia, Ingrid and Virginia
Weave their wounds into words
Spiralling down a well

I long for wings and wands
Instead of claws and sores.

I long for magic in my life…
Does that sound silly?

*Previously published on Elephants Never on (Oct 7 2019)*

Bio: Monica Kagan lives by the sea in beautiful Cape Town, South Africa. Her poems appear or are forthcoming in New Coin Poetry Journal (ISEA, Rhodes University), Crack the Spine, and Anti-Heroin Chic, and among others.

Twitter: @MonicaOFAH

Instagram: @monicakaganpoet

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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