Triolet with a Line by Sylvia Plath

By Brittany Perham
We take the N out to the turnaround.
The only thing to come now is the sea.
The ice plants make the pink world loud.
We take the N out to the turnaround.
The fog fades in with its foggy sound.
The end is here. Everyone can see.
We take the N out to the turnaround.
The only thing to come now is the sea.

Source: Poetry (May 2025)