Metaphors (by Sylvia Plath)
I'm a riddle in nine syllables.
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
Congratulations! You have awhile before you're a melon strolling on two tendrils, though! (Creative announcement!)
ReplyDeleteYeah, but I sure feel like I've eaten a bag of green apples!
ReplyDeleteWell... I thought it was a piggy bank at first. (until I looked it up online!) Ben was mad he couldn't figure it out...ha
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