The Plath Poetry Project encourages writers to use one of Sylvia Plath’s poems as inspiration. Yesterday, I attended the Wisconsin Alpaca Fiber Fest, so I took my cue from Plath’s “The Bee Meeting.” Angst fits Plath.
You are adorable
on postcards of
Peru’s exotic escape
in the Andes.
Your eyes
round, black-brown
big as bunuelo
mesmerize me
with gentle gaze.
Elegant eyelashes
fringe them like
feather fans through
that perfect picture
and fool me
into feeling their
flutter on my
outstretched fingers
soothing and tickling
at the same time.
I want to
wrap myself around
your wooly warmth
and feel each frilly fiber
soft as powder puffs
caress my cares
into oblivion.
Your apparent
simple smile
soothes my spirit
suggesting I sell
all I own
in the city
settle instead on
a small plain
in your presence.
Feel blessed by
your tender temperament
until my time.
Placed in pens
at the Fiber Fest
on a windy day
in Wisconsin
alpaca don’t have half
the postcard appeal.
You smell of must,
stalks of strewn hay,
and animal urine.
My head immediately
migraines swirls of
hurt to my skull
like my brain has
swollen ten times
usual sane size.
In a dizzy daze
I see you spit
at a small circle
of schoolchildren
trying to touch
you in tenderness.
Your smile is
surly, snickering smirk
of sneering sarcasm.
Your fluffs of fur
encrusted in mysterious
bits of foreign objects
I don’t dare try define.
Through haze, I see
the dirty dust drifts
and silently settles
waste onto everything.
I cough into
my coat collar.
Hurry to the entrance.
Escape the malicious
evil menagerie.
My heart overcome.
Alpaca angst!
K. Dorholt
4/29/18 NaPoWriMo 2018