Volume II, Issue II Summer 2003


The umbra of a four letter word

I cannot even say the word.
Its absence is utter darkness;
sucking my gravity in, and all
the light is gone, too.

I have no roots, now. Not one
thing to anchor me. I am a comet
grazing orbits of planets I can't name.

There used to me a million stars, but
they melted into that hole, with you.

Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it.
Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.

– Sylvia Plath


C.E. Laine is a writer, student pilot, and the editor of the journals VLQ (vlqpoetry.com) and Erosha (erosha.net). She has written several books  of poetry; learn more at celaine.com. C.E. Laine Erosha VLQ Poetry

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