Scarlet Ice

This one is another erasure, written from text pulled out of The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath.

Scarlet Ice

I peered at him, Old English-a Beowulf, Nordic and Virginal. He looked at me, boring into my eyes-piercing my head, glossy and depthless, a pure blank sheet-the glossy surface of my brain, my landscape; marble calm Heart of Winter, waiting for the miraculous change, rapt and naked, grey scraps drawn on black fog. Touch of emotion, faintest glow crackling with blue light- skin like cloth-bones break-a split plant; blood-stained bridal sheets, a fierce, bright red Asylum. A sheath of ice, forgetfulness like snow erase the traces of this barefoot doll. Buried. Forgotten.

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Scarlet Ice

5 thoughts on “Scarlet Ice

    1. I’d never heard of them before a poetry class I took at college. Very interesting concept, but difficult since you are using someone else’s words, either to express yourself or to unlock something you think they could of have said but didn’t

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      1. Same here. And they are very interesting. I have heard the argument that an erasure is meant to condense what the author was originally saying. I don’t know if I agree with that but it’s interesting to think about. Have you read A Little White Shadow by Mary Ruefle? I would highly recommend it if you like erasures.

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