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art, artist unknown, fairy tale, I love the drowned, poem, Poetry, Sea Queen, sonnet, the secret of the cow's sorrow
I had never seen a cow crying big
wet tears before but the wood fairies caught
each one and a bat and a small hedge-pig
came out to comfort her. Then the tide brought
in a girl the color of kelp, a star
set in her brow, on the back of a beast.
I took the tears, walked out on a sandbar
to greet her. “Take me with you, to the east
and make me your lover, I’ll brush your hair
and sing all the songs that I know.” But she
said no, for what does a mortal child know
about the Sea Queen? “Love, do not despair,”
she said. “When you drown I’ll find your body
and then you too will know the cow’s sorrow.”
memories of my ghost sista 