Ophelia down by the canal

The water it is so tempting

Through the sheet of silver slithers of glass

Sluices the voice of your sister sprite born in 1963 and

I baptise you in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit

Into the ether

And I pray that you may not

Be born again.


Cast off nymph woven from steel-corrugated gossamer

Love refuses to wrap his muscle-hacked arms

Around you

And you have always slipped through

The net.


(c) Gillian Hamill


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