Cut
Posted: December 14, 2014 Filed under: Art, Photography, Poetry, Writing | Tags: blood, bull, chopping, cut, Daniela Edburg, Jamon Jamon, onion, Spain, Sylvia Plath, thumb Leave a commentExtract from Sylvia Plath‘s poem “Cut”
What a thrill —
My thumb instead of an onion.
The top quite gone
Except for a sort of a hinge
Of skin,
A flap like a hat,
Dead white.
Then that red plush.