Let me have my copper cooking pots, let my rouge pots
Bloom about me like night flowers, with a good smell.
— Sylvia Plath (from Last Words)
I was too late to link to Form For All, so I'll link to the next Open Link Night. If you find this earlier, no need to come back from OLN.
A Glosa is a tribute poem to another poet, weaving one of their quatrains into one's own verse, as above, and trying to write in something of their style. It was only when I was embroiled that I realised — if one is going to attempt this with a great poet, one had better be a great poet oneself! I'm not; she is. Nevertheless, it was such hard work that I am not going to just hide it away now. :)
Click on the link on 'Last Words', above, to see the Plath poem in full.