a modern opheliashe found fennel beneath her pillow,
and felt the familiar flutter
of glassfish between her ribs.
to distract herself, she
scattered the reddest petals
in her bathwater.
she braided poppies in her hair
and, gasping,
let regret invade her lungs.
Hi Alexandra,
I just now faved/commented on your wonderful poem "modern Ophelia" that has understandably been featured with a DD - how wonderful! I'm putting you on my devWatch, and thought I'd let you know that...
I have submitted the poem to Wordsmiths & DD-Catalogue, you'll have the invites in your message stack for you to accept if you would like to. I just thought I'd give you a heads up.