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(Poem by Wendy Howe ) I have known her a long time. Her stone head looms on the low waters of the Rhine and wears the gray tiara of sea gulls circling in the evening sun. Those birds voice the restlessness of river spirits in their song while the castle hosts a few who will always belong to her -- the priest who loved the Baron's daughter, the prophetess who gathered bird skulls and garnished their bone with flowering ivy, or me, an heiress who died over-bleached in gold hair dye and champagne. Unlike them, I expired happy, not tormented by fate or skill. Everything glittered at once, a second's gilded shadow as I stood high-heeled on the boat's brim toasting Wagner. I slipped and gave myself as a Rhine Maiden to the tide stirring twilight and trees sparing silver leaves to pay my passage downstream. To know more about this poem, about Wendy Howe All Images & Poems (En) |
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