Switching up for the Whatcom County Library System poetry swap.  I am not a huge fan of poetry, but I have enjoyed a bit. They do mostly tend to the sad end of the spectrum. There is at least one Poe poem coming up. Though I realized I forgot to scan one of the cards I made.  

In these current times I didn’t want to send out sad poems, so I had a limited number of Sylvia Plath poems to choose from.  The illustration was done again during Murdoch Mysteries. I mean, all of these were. That is what I have been watching while drawing lately. Some just remind me of what I was watching more than others. I think the ones that matched the story line somehow are the ones that bring back images of the show to me.

The poem text:

Poppies in October

by Sylvia Plath

Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly—

A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky

Palely and family
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.

Oh my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frosts, in a dawn of cornflowers.