Sabrina the Water Nymph of the Welsh Border
12:47 am, random wednesday, english class the next morning but i’m staying up to write someone a love poem. “someone” is the brightness past 7 in march, is a wild patch of bluebells, is a bobbing shell in the open sea and,
i yawn to my
grandparents licking the bojana dry, h hollowed by j, named themselves a melody,
ferns upon the water’s fertility, purity their holy cause,
women / water / one.
sabrina — sestina your sacred name — shower me in erie,
body of dirt / body of sand / body of hurt
unsoil my running soul, frayed lashes made hands, martyred by father’s mistakes, milton wrote you wrong, i’ve known you a long time, you immortal mystic in words, sabrina, spindly arms
disarm your skin, cremation by riverside, saints of bojana swallow you whole, river your glory,
river my name.
Julieanne Larick is a Midwestern Best of the Net-nominated poet. She studies English and Environmental Science at The College of Wooster. Julieanne reads prose for GASHER Journal. She has poems published in perhappened mag, Blue Marble Review, NECTAR Poetry, and others. Her portfolio is http://www.julielarickwriting.com and her Twitter is @crookyshanks.