Elegy for Elizabeth Siddal

by Abigail Welhouse

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Elegy for Elizabeth Siddal

  I was pretty once
and it was the death of me

  Frost salted skin
a drowned Ophelia

  Gabriel buried words in my hair, still growing
Gravediggers stole his notebook from my collarbone

Abigail Welhouse is an MFA candidate at the City College of New York, focusing on poetry and translation. Her writing has most recently appeared or is forthcoming in the Heavy Feather Review, Keep This Bag Away from Children, Big City Lit, and the Rumpus. Her poem “at the museum” was published in Frostwriting in 2009.

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