Sylvia Plath

Midsummer Mobile

Begin by dipping your brush into clear light. Then syncopate a sky of Dufy-blue With tilted spars of sloops revolved by white Gulls in a feathered fugue of wings. Outdo Seurat: fleck schooner flanks with sun and set A tremolo of turquoise quivering in The tessellated wave. Now nimbly let A tinsel pizzicato on fish fin Be plucked from caves of dappled amber where A mermaid odalisque lolls at her ease With orange scallops tangled in wet hair, Fresh from the mellow palette of Matisse: Suspend this day, so singularly designed, Like a rare Calder mobile in your mind.