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two poems /sebastian merrill

Was I Once Called Persephone?


When I want to feel

weightless

I dive into the river, allow my heavy body

to slacken, cradled by the lightless water.

If spring comes I will know

my name, follow the tunnel

bitten through the hard earth, lose all

dignity as I leap to the upward sky.

My life has become an upside-down cup:

what sad water I’ve found in this buried river,

these eyeless fish, sulfurous depths. I am a singer

without rain, skyless. I light a flame against

the dark, let myself weep. I do not

know how to pass the border into sleep.


 

ghost traps


By mid-summer, lobster buoys dot the water’s surface, a collection of distinct patterns: flamingo

pink with lime green polka-dots, mandarin orange with butter yellow stripes. Paddling out, I think

not of the working traps tethered to the air by braided nylon lines,

hauled up every few days by the lobstermen who empty out their precious catch,

but of the ghost traps, cut off from their umbilici, lost over the years

to storms, boat propellers, vindictive rival fishermen. Abandoned on the seabed,

they continue to capture lobsters, rock crabs, sea bass. For years unseen, they green

with seaweed and algae, are studded with barnacles, slowly rust in the corrosive

salt, sink into the ooze of mud, become bizarre synthetic beasts devouring

without mind, without reason.

 

Sebastian Merrill’s debut poetry collection GHOST :: SEEDS was selected by Kimiko Hahn as the winner of the 2022 X. J. Kennedy Poetry Prize and is forthcoming in Fall 2023 from Texas Review Press. A member of the 2023 Get the Word Out inaugural poetry cohort for debut writers from Poets & Writers and the 2022-23 winner of the Levis Prize for Poetry from Friends of Writers, Sebastian holds an MFA in Poetry from Warren Wilson College.

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