Poems for Juliet

Unlike the group of poems growing to become Fifty Shades of Grief, these ones are mixed – they talk about her death, but also about happy moments in our lives. They are not the poems of love I wrote to her while she was alive, but the poems I write to her now and wish I could read to her.

One of my favourite poets is Sylvia Plath, and the quote below is just the final verse of her poem Love Letter – you need to read the whole poem to understand it.

I wasn't fooled. I knew you at once.
Tree and stone glittered, without shadows.
My finger-length grew lucent as glass.
I started to bud like a March twig:
An arm and a leg, and arm, a leg.
From stone to cloud, so I ascended.
Now I resemble a sort of god
Floating through the air in my soul-shift
Pure as a pane of ice. It's a gift..

                               (from “Love Letter” 
                                 by Sylvia Plath)