quote from Sylvia Plath, image via Onwards/Upwards
Showing posts with label creative writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creative writing. Show all posts
Tuesday, 28 December 2010
Friday, 23 April 2010
Sun Stroke
"Stretching out on the rock, body taught,then relaxed, on the altar, I felt that I was being raped deliciously by the sun, filled full of heat from the impersonal and colossal god of nature.
High, bonewhite, I had been washed by the sea, cleansed, baptised, purified, and dried clean and crisp by the sun. Like seaweed, brittle, sharp, strong-smelling- like stone,rounded, curved, oval,clean- like wind, pungent, salty- like all these was the body of my love. An orgiastic sacrifice on the altar of rock and sun,and I arose shining from centuries of love,clean and satiated fro mthe consuming fire of his casual and timeless desire."
"A wind, salty and moist, blew damply in my hair; through a great glinting mass of it I could see the blue twinkle of the ocean. The sun seeped into every pore, satiating every querulous fiber of me into a great glowing golden peace."
pictures from weheartit, flickr, third picture by Jason Lee Parry via Knight Cat. Extract from 'The Journals of Sylvia Plath 1950-1962'(Faber 2001) from her summer in Massachusetts, 1951.
Labels:
beach,
creative writing,
Inspiration,
jason lee parry,
sea,
summer,
sylvia plath
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