A Riddle

Metaphors
by Sylvia Plath
I’m a riddle in nine syllables.
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf’s big with its yeasty rising.
Money’s new-minted in this fat purse.
I’m a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I’ve eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there’s no getting off.
**If you figure this out and by some strange fluke know my parents, please don’t tell them. We’re having dinner with them tomorrow and I want to tell them in person. 🙂
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About Grape

I've got the world's best kids and husband. Great house, steady job. I'm living the American dream. The trick is to appreciate it. I'm working on that part.
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2 Responses to A Riddle

  1. Jane says:

    The English teacher in me thinks that I get this metaphor…

    Am I right?!

  2. Julie says:

    You probably figured it out. Check today’s post to see! 🙂

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