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.
So today in AP English class we had to figure out this riddle, I felt quite amazing when I figured it out in thirty seconds and in the end I was the only one to get it. It felt awesome. I’m so glad we’re going into freaking poetry. Finally in my element.
The Answer is:
Pregnancy.