Mine by Ankita Saxina

This is Ankita Saxina response poem to Sylvia Plath's You're

Here is a wonderful animation we found

Mine

Bearlike, I’m happiest in your hands.
Voice of the stars, you light the moon.
High like a bird, your incense stick
Fades too soon; flick of a whale’s tail,
And you drown yourself like a dwarf
In a dark wood- as Snow White should.
Shrill like a peacock and stunned like
A squirrel in a lake road of swans.
O day-riser, my worn out sun.

Clear as a cloud in the stratosphere.
Eyelids bigger than the sea.
Then gone like a jet; stuck like a pawn.
Torch tailed you rush, but here,
With your bud, you’re the queen.
Words like a light shower of leaves,
Arms warm as cotton ball nests.
Mine, like a well-sucked thumb.
You clapped your slate; now I’m done.