Metaphors by, Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)

Here is a poem by Sylvia Plath that is a nine-line structure, with nine syllables in each line. I would love to be this talented in poetry writing. This kind of writing is hard to do.

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.