There was a thunderstorm in my room
they day of the broken chimes,
the ending dream broke through
and you woke into my nightmare,
I am Ted Hughes
listen to the way she speaks;
it’s like the tapping of my feet
on the hell in the floor,
I heard the blackbird sing
a poem of the queen
like a mocking one
wishing it was trapped and free,
I am Ted Hughes
I killed the love of my life
or did her madness curse
his life, until it suffocates mine.
