Ten Years After Posing as Ophelia for Lizzie Siddal I fight the chilled air now as I fought the freeze then and willed the water warm. I shiver in the birth bed - Ophelia, I am you once again. There is no lush riverbank no pansies or roses in this birth bed where I lie in blood-soaked sheets. Only an umbilical cord that garlands my stillborn's neck - her tiny palms colder than yours, Ophelia. My red hair tangles with beads of opium’s sweat and grief. Polly Giantonio Polly Giantonio's poems and work have appeared in various journals, including an interview published in Poets & Writers. She has been a long-time student of Prem Rawat, Ambassador of Peace. Polly resides in rural Vermont, USA.
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