Remembrance
you and you and you
a tragedy
of soaking locks and floating
layers of dark linen
becoming the river
and staring with empty eyes
at spinning wild flowers and weeds
white limbs swallowed
by murky water
Ophelia they said was mad
and I with her
in love with love and
every flower but
forget-me-nots
one for
you and you and you
a tragedy
of crownflowers and daisies
and swirls of rosemary
tangled with the willow
while ivory hands still cling
to sharp nettles and long purples
blackened with mire
and lingering madness
Christabel
why was she your enemy
that reptilian demoness
with mother lost
she could have been
your comfort
or better yet a goddess
filling you with power
instead of draining it
why on a dark night
when you are mourning
the distance of a violent man
must she be the snake
the temptress
why not just a woman
like you
like me
